252. The Beginning of the Downfall of Confucian-Mo Pavilion

The wind and dust roared and howled, forming an ancient and aged face, its wrinkles marked by the years, its age spots formed by gathered knowledge.

With pursed lips and furrowed brows, his face carried a look of compassion, appearing from afar like a saint of ancient times who pitied the world.

Xu Yuan stood on top of the imperial palace, silently gazing into the eyes of the True Person in the sky, radiating terrifying might.

"Demon, how bold of you, I let you escape a calamity a year ago, yet today you dare to return."

The elder's beard and hair bristled, his eye sockets deep as the nether sky, his pupils bright as the proud sun.

Unfazed, Xu Yuan raised his hand, his fingertips surrounded by a halo, summoning four ethereal beasts from within Dawn City at his call to rest in the palm of his hand.

The four beasts connected head to tail, forming a circular Array.