"At this point in time, this old deer has far too much influence. If you stay here, you'll definitely end up clashing with him. The best of the Thirty-Six Stratagems is to leave."
Phoenix Mountain God advised them:
"Everyone, hurry and leave. That old deer is about to discover us. I'll hold him off for a while. Go!"
But before Ding Ling and the others could turn around,
a loud laugh suddenly rang out:
"Since you're already here, don't bother leaving. Stay here, all of you!"
Whoosh!
Boom!
A figure shot over like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he leaped down from the mountaintop and landed heavily in front of the group with a thunderous crash.
"Deer Great Sage!"
Phoenix Mountain God's expression changed drastically. Looking at the old man before him, who had antlers atop his head, stood no more than seven feet tall, and possessed an otherworldly bearing, he said:
"These are all my friends. Do me a favor and let them go."
"Heh."
Deer Great Sage glanced at Phoenix Mountain God. "What are you supposed to be? Why should I do you a favor?"
Before his voice had even faded,
Deer Great Sage casually slapped Phoenix Mountain God and sent him flying to the side.
Phoenix Mountain God cried out in agony. By the time he rolled to the ground, his aura had fallen by more than thirty percent. Clearly, that palm strike had injured him severely.
Phoenix Mountain God looked dispirited and humiliated. He quickly got to his feet and stood in a patch of golden-thorn grass, watching Deer Great Sage with an uncertain expression.
But he no longer dared to speak. He could only frantically signal to Bai Suzhen, Xiaoqing, Wu Song, Ding Ling, and the others to run.
Deer Great Sage seemed