Guang Chengzi quickly explained Yang Jian and the others' current situation to Taiyi. After hearing him out, Taiyi remained silent.
Standing below, Lu Ya furrowed his brows. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded, turned, and bowed to Taiyi with his hands clasped. "Uncle, Yan Zuo once risked his life to protect me. Everyone calls our Demon Race savage, but they do not know that we, too, cherish loyalty and friendship, that we, too, understand gratitude. Yan Zuo saved me back then, so today, I should risk my life to save him!"
Looking at Lu Ya's earnest face, Taiyi told him, "You are no match for Yinglong."
"Yinglong is the Ancestral Dragon's son, and I am the Demon Emperor's son. Yinglong is a one-corpse quasi-saint, and so am I. Until we fight, who can say which of us is stronger?" Lu Ya declared.
Indeed, after losing the battle of Penglai to the even more outrageously overpowered Xiong Meng despite his own cheats, his primordial spirit had returned to his rightful body. Drawing on the power of the Solar Star and Lunar Star to fortify his essence, he had now recovered to his peak condition.
Taiyi shook his head. It was not the same.
Although they shared the same cultivation realm, there was still a gap between their magic power. Moreover, Yinglong possessed not only the Dragon Race's legacy but also the teachings of Sect Leader Tongtian, from whom he had learned many secret arts of Jiejiao. Lu Ya, meanwhile, had become Saint Zhunti's disciple but had learned none of the Western Religion's profound spells or grasped its divine abilities. Against Yinglong, neither could overcome the other in a short fight, but if the battle dragged on, his defeat was certain!
Seeing Taiyi shake his head, Lu Ya's earnest expression stiffened. He