Already wounded, Yang Jian had now taken another blow to the back from the imitation God-Striking Whip. He lay on the clouds, unable to get up again. Hearing Xiong Meng's mocking laughter behind him, his handsome face began to twitch uncontrollably.
You're a wealthy Heavenly God, while I'm a poor god with only two magical treasures. I'm so sorry that I'm this poor!
Whoosh! Xiong Meng opened her paw and recalled the imitation God-Striking Whip, then streaked forward in a beam of divine light and appeared before Yang Jian. Crouching down, she rubbed his head and said with a radiant smile, "Martial nephew, today has taught you a lesson: your martial aunt will always be your martial aunt. If a junior wants to bully his senior, he'd better weigh his own abilities first. Otherwise, instead of bullying his elder, he'll end up getting thrashed by her, and that wouldn't be good."
Yang Jian gritted his teeth. "This disciple... thanks Martial Aunt for her instruction."
"Mm, a youngster worth teaching." Xiong Meng nodded in satisfaction, then hoisted Yang Jian up, ready to take him back to the Heavenly Court.
However...
Whoosh!
"Junior Sister, please show mercy!" A beam of Jade Pure Immortal Light suddenly shot over from afar, accompanied by a shout.
Xiong Meng paused and looked toward the voice. A middle-aged Daoist in green robes, with a writing brush serving as his hairpin, was flying toward her with panic written all over his face.
It was True Person Yuding.
He's here to save his disciple, Xiong Meng thought.
"Master!" Because of the difference in their heights, Yang Jian was being held above Xiong Meng's head like a weight she was lifting. He was somewhat surprised to see True Person Yuding, then a flicker of emotion passed through his eyes. He