Black Sand Submitted, the Mountain Guardian
Black Sand had already prepared himself to fall, but these two streaks of Sword Light that had suddenly appeared rekindled hope in his heart.
"To severely injure a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in an instant—could the one who struck be a Nascent Soul Grand Cultivator?"
He thought to himself, one Human Figure after another flashing through his mind.
Just then, two green ropes suddenly appeared, transforming between heaven and earth into two wood dragons that coiled around the badly wounded man and demon, binding them fast.
"Wood Dragon Rope?"
Black Sand's body shook as he recognized the two ropes.
Nearly every immortal cultivator in Zhao Country knew that the Wood Dragon Rope was Li Chang'an's exclusive treasure. No other Nascent Soul cultivator had one.
"The one who struck was Li Chang'an?"
Black Sand stared blankly at the man and demon, truly unwilling to believe it.
But the facts were right before his eyes.
The next instant.
A green light appeared, turning into the Small Azure Wood Pagoda. Beneath the vast sky, it swelled madly against the wind and took in the man and demon.
With that, the battle ended!
The entire process was so fast it was hard to believe.
Whether it was the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator or the early fourth-rank eagle demon, both were extremely powerful, yet they could not even withstand a single strike from Li Chang'an.
"Withdraw!"
Li Chang'an appeared, raised his hand, and recalled the Small Azure Wood Pagoda.
He turned around, his aura settling back into calm.
"Fellow Daoist Black Sand, are you all right?"
"Fellow—Fellow cultivator Li—"
Black Sand True Lord's expression was complicated, a tangle of every flavor in his heart.
Before this, he had never once thought Li Chang'an would act to save him.
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