Tian Linger had finally managed to snatch Lin Jingyu back from Luo Yunji. Somehow, the young couple ended up fighting Luo Yunji together.
Tian Buyi had wanted to step in and stop them from the very beginning, but Daoxuan and the other peak heads had held him back.
"Dragon-Slaying Art!"
"Dragon Slayer Art!"
"Ghost and God Slayer!"
All three moves burst forth at once, engulfing half of Dragon Head Peak in white light. In an instant, nothing could be seen. Even so, the clanging sounds of a fight still rang out from within the light.
"Ha! You two together still can't beat me!" Luo Yunji's smug, taunting voice came from within the white light.
"You little brat! I'm going to teach you a lesson today, no matter what!" Tian Linger's furious voice followed.
"You can fight all you like, but do you have to hit so hard?" Lin Jingyu's voice trembled with fear as he tried to dissuade them.
"So they really are just playing?" The Qingyun Disciples from the other peaks looked at their senior brothers and elders in alarm, seeking confirmation.
Everyone watching stared gravely at the scene emerging as the white light gradually faded. Suddenly, a black streak shot across the sky.
"Watch out!" He Dazhi raised the Mountain and River Fan in his hand and caught Lin Jingyu as he came flying toward them. When Lin Jingyu tried to charge back in, He Dazhi hurriedly grabbed him.
"You'd better not go over there!" Third Senior Brother grabbed Lin Jingyu's other arm and tried to dissuade him.
"You brat! How dare you hit him?" Just as Lin Jingyu was about to explain himself, Tian Linger's furious voice rang out.
"I'll hit him! I'll hit him! That's what he gets for helping you! I'm going to hit you,