Watching the little girl playing the Rabbit Form about to be dragged offstage by that tyrant, the "Great Sage Sun" onstage gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the Golden Cudgel in his hand, yet ultimately did not dare step forward to stop him.
A mistake onstage meant a feast below.
This was the rule the City Lord had established for Gathering Immortals Tower. Whoever dared violate it would have to suffer the Fiery Fiend burning through their body again, becoming just like those beneath the stage.
He had experienced that heart-rending agony before. Though he sympathized with Xiu Xiu now, he ultimately did not dare act rashly.
For a moment, the Golden Cudgel in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand jun.
A fake Wukong was ultimately no true Great Sage.
Backstage, Hong Xian was like a Little Tiger with its fur standing on end, ready to pounce over in Tiger Form and save Xiu Xiu.
But Zhou Sheng grabbed the back of her neck, leaving her limbs flailing in midair.
"Xiu Xiu calls me boss. I've got to be loyal! Y-you, let me go!"
"Hong Xian, stop making trouble."
Yao Tai Feng barked coldly. Then her phoenix eyes sharpened, as though she had made some decision. Her bright silver spear spun in her hand as she actually prepared to throw it.
She no longer wanted to endure it.
Even if she could endure it, Zhao Zilong could not!
Today, she would spear that tyrant to death. Otherwise, this bright silver spear was scorching hot in her hands.
Yet in the next instant, a hand clamped around her wrist holding the spear, stopping this strike that should have smashed through everything like bamboo.
Yao Tai Feng had just turned to say something when ripples suddenly stirred in