Nezha stood upon his Wind-Fire Wheels, Fire-Tipped Spear in hand, and was the first to block their path. He shouted sternly, "You demon immortals, don't even think of ruining Xiqi's great undertaking!"
Yang Jian held his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, spiritual light surging around him. His Heavenly Eye opened a fraction, and his presence was awe-inspiring.
Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi were beside themselves with rage. They brandished their spears and clashed with the two of them, but their cultivation was far inferior to Yang Jian and Nezha's. In only a few exchanges, they fell into a disadvantage.
Yang Jian's blade arts were fierce, every move lethal. He brought his blade straight down at Chen Jiugong, and Chen Jiugong could not dodge in time. He was cut down from his horse on the spot.
Yao Shaosi's heart jolted in fear at the sight, and he tried to pull away and flee, but Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear was swift as lightning. One thrust pierced through his chest, killing him on the spot.
The accompanying personal guards were also wiped out by the Chan Sect disciples to the last man. Not a single one survived.
Nezha looked at Chen Jiugong and Yao Shaosi's bodies lying on the ground, the corners of his mouth curving into a faint smile. Then he gently waved a hand.
The spellcasting altar that had just been standing atop Mount Qi, wreathed in curling incense smoke, along with the Straw Effigy on the altar, the Life-Extending Lamp, the Mulberry Branch Bow and Peach Branch Arrows, and that eerie Seven Arrows Book of the Nail-Headed, all turned into fine streams of light and scattered with the wind between heaven and earth.
How could there have been any real secret altar? From beginning to end, this had merely been an illusory smokescreen