Randeng had only just appeared, yet their side's equipment was already in place. Not only had they been given survival gear, they had even been issued the Universe Ruler for offense...
What did Saint Lord want him to do?
Confront the enemy, break their schemes, and warn this old Daoist to behave himself?
Randeng was probably meant to take a beating today. Otherwise, Saint Lord would not have given him the Universe Ruler.
But he could not take the opportunity to erase Randeng. Otherwise, Saint Lord should have sent Picture Boss over as well. Without the Taiji Diagram, Li Changshou did not consider himself Randeng's match.
Li Changshou stood calmly, riding a cloud above the immortals of Du Xian Sect. His eyelids were half lowered, his white hair stirred gently, and Profound Yellow Qi slowly descended around him. He tucked the Universe Ruler into his sleeve.
Spiritual Thoughts flickered in his heart. He instinctively translated Pagoda Grandpa's intent into a shouted voice:
"Little disciple, what are we doing this time? Just beat the hell out of Randeng?
I've hated the sight of that rotten coffin and that coffin lamp for ages. The old master has given his permission today—we have to blow him up!"
"Pagoda Grandpa, don't be hasty. Another expert will come to support us shortly," Li Changshou replied with a smile in his heart. "Randeng is, after all, the Vice Sect Master of Chan Teachings. It would be somewhat improper for us to strike directly. Let's see if we can force him to attack first, then hit him with a backhand."
Pagoda Grandpa asked in puzzlement, "Who else is coming? Eldest Disciple is lying beneath a tree watching the show. He doesn't seem interested in coming over to play.
"But speaking of which, little disciple, don't underestimate Randeng.