No one saved him.
Deng Lingwei died.
He died swiftly and cleanly.
Beside them, Deng Yici watched the spectacle, only too happy to fan the flames. "The Mountain-Bearing lineage really does produce nothing but fools. Good riddance, good riddance!"
Deng Fufeng stroked his beard and nodded, clearly quite pleased with Deng Lingwei's death as well.
Since their attempt to surround and kill the Aohai Cui Clan's eldest daughter had failed, the Wen River Deng Clan would inevitably have to swallow some bitterness.
After deliberation, the clan had decided that he, as an elder, would lead one young Celestial Person from their lineage and another from the lineage of the Mountain-Bearing Celestial Person, Deng Qiuzhi, to present congratulatory gifts.
Deng Yici and Deng Lingwei were the ones selected.
Besides making amends, sending Deng Yici and Deng Lingwei also gave the Aohai Cui Clan someone to vent their anger on. As such, one of them might well not return.
Thus, after discussing it with Deng Yici on the way, he had encouraged Deng Lingwei to teach Zhang Yuan a lesson, saying that even if he could not win, he could ask True Lord Imperial Balance Myriad Turns to save him. Nothing would go wrong.
The crucial part was that Deng Lingwei had actually believed him, thinking that with a True Lord backing him, he could swagger unhindered through the Azure Firmament Dust-Dyed Realm.
Little did he know that the Lords of Heaven and Earth of the various clans had recently established a rule: for the next year and ten months, no True Lord could descend to the mortal world and take action.
Given that restriction, along with what they knew of Zhang Yuan, they knew that if Deng Lingwei dared to attack, he would certainly die in Deng Yici's place.
"This man