Sikong Yan remained silent, but a layer of hazy golden mist began to rise around him.
Tiny dragon shapes were vaguely visible within the mist, wandering around. Compared to the dark-gold dragon aura of Xuanyuan Sha, this golden light was purer, yet it deliberately restrained its sharpness, making it difficult for others to discern its true nature.
"Putting on a show!" Xuanyuan Sha sneered coldly, and his hand gestures changed again.
The giant sealing stamp descended with a roar, accompanied by the deafening roar of nine dark-gold dragon shadows.
Just as the stamp was about to touch the top of Sikong Yan's head, he suddenly changed his moves.
The golden mist contracted abruptly, condensing into a small golden dragon scale in his palm.
The dragon scale was no more than an inch in size, yet it emitted an ancient aura that made one's heart palpitate.
"Break."
With this soft command, the dragon scale soared upwards, gently touching the descending giant stamp.
"Ding—"
