Li Ya's voice echoed through the mountains, letting the million disciples hear him with perfect clarity.
They were all people who had escaped from death. Without Li Ya, they would have died long ago. Now, hearing Li Ya's words, though anger still burned in their hearts, when they thought of how many people were waiting for rescue just as they once had, they felt ashamed.
Li Ya looked at all the disciples, and shame stirred in his own heart as well. It was all because his ability was lacking. If he were strong enough, he could wipe out every evil demon in the world by himself, and he could also help the disciples take revenge.
Just then, a gale came howling in. Li Ya instinctively lifted his head to look.
The sea of clouds in the sky was torn open, and golden light blazed down. More and more disciples raised their heads, all of them shaken by the sight above.
In the star-strewn night sky, a colossal immortal figure of golden light had appeared. He was like an armored heavenly god, holding a bright sun in his right hand as he strode forward. The night sky could only reveal his upper body; his lower half was hidden by the Mountain Peaks at the end of heaven and earth.
Before such immortal bearing, everyone was struck still.
They had seen quite a few Immortal Gods, but never one with such presence. Even Li Ya, whose cultivation was the highest, could not see through this immortal's cultivation.
A sound like a dragon's cry came over. Everyone turned to look, and behind that golden immortal figure appeared an even larger White Dragon-Horse. That White Dragon-Horse trod on raging flames, two dragon horns growing from its head, its hair as snow-white as an iceberg,