Before the man arrived, his voice did.
The moment that voice rang out, Senior Brother, Senior Sister, Mao Jing, and the rest of us all looked toward the other side of the gorge.
"Master!"
"It's Master's voice!"
"Master's back!"
The three of us cried out excitedly.
Pan Ling spoke as well:
"Senior Song is back. This guy is finished."
The Golden Spring demonist ahead of us clearly panicked when he heard that voice.
He instinctively turned around.
The moment he did, he saw my master flying toward him at incredible speed.
My master was in the Heavenly Rush Realm. The Golden Spring demonist's cultivation was currently no more than mine.
He had only managed to hold us back by using the stone formations on both sides to control the Black Buddha illusion.
Now that he saw my master attacking, he had no time to react at all.
My master appeared with furious eyes. His slicked-back hair had long become a tangled mess, his face was covered in stubble, and his clothes were torn to rags, as though some creature had shredded them with its claws. There were even bloodstains on them.
In his hand, he held his signature magical artifact: an iron hook.
The hem of my master's clothes whipped through the air as he delivered a flying kick straight into the Golden Spring demonist's corpse body.
With a sharp crack, his waist snapped, and the Golden Spring demonist was sent flying.
The Golden Spring demonist let out a piercing scream:
"Ah..."
Before the Golden Spring demonist could hit the ground, my master charged after him.
"Golden Spring, you bastard..."
As he spoke, the Golden Spring demonist's body had already landed and was rolling across the ground.
But my master raised the iron hook in his hand and swung it