The Seven Sons of Dongxuan pursued and blocked her from every direction. As time passed, Luo Ping'er began to fall into danger again and again.
After flying several dozen more miles, an old and a young horse-faced cultivator spotted the situation on this side.
"Junior Brother Wang, lend me a hand! Help me stop this woman, and once it's done, there'll be a handsome reward!" The fat eldest of the Seven Sons of Dongxuan was overjoyed upon seeing the old and young pair, shouting repeatedly.
Luo Ping'er's expression changed drastically. The seven behind her were already hard enough to deal with, and now two more had arrived—and they were in league with them.
"Sure thing, Senior Brother Dongxuan. I don't want anything else; just lend me your Hu Jing Mirror for a while!" the old horse-faced man answered loudly. Opening his large mouth, he spat out a bronze gong, which swiftly expanded to over a zhang wide.
The old horse-faced man stretched out his left hand. His palm had already been nearly as large as a cattail fan, yet now it enlarged once more, becoming almost the paw of some gigantic beast as it struck the bronze gong.
Clang! The bronze gong released an incomparably piercing cry. Luo Ping'er's body shuddered from the shock, and she nearly lost her footing in midair.
"Fine technique, Junior Brother Wang! It seems your Soul-Shaking Gong has become ever more marvelous!" Seeing Luo Ping'er's speed impeded, the eldest of the Seven Sons of Dongxuan was beside himself with delight. Apart from the most powerful eldest, the others knew the might of the Soul-Shaking Gong and quickly flew away from its line of attack. The Soul-Shaking Gong targeted divine sense and distinguished neither friend nor foe.
"You flatter me." The old horse-faced man gave a