There was a saying: when enemies met, their eyes blazed especially red. Although Chenxiang had released their souls back then, how could they leave their own deaths unavenged?
At once, Golden Horn and Silver Horn ran behind Zhenwu, clung to his legs, and pointed at Chenxiang. "Young Master, that devil is actually hiding here in the Five Villages Monastery! You have to avenge us!"
"Mm-hmm!" Beside them, Azure Bull nodded repeatedly, positively delighted. That damned Liu Chenxiang would not escape this time.
With the two boys clinging to his legs, Zhenwu looked toward Chenxiang, his brows slightly furrowed. He did not understand why Chenxiang was here, mingling with the creatures Zhen Yuanzi had rescued. And... why was he in Primordial Spirit form? Where was his physical body?
"Second Master!" Seeing that Zhenwu still had not attacked, Golden Horn shook his leg and gazed up at him beseechingly.
Zhenwu glanced down at the two young attendants. After a few seconds, he nodded.
Then he raised his hands and charged straight at Chenxiang.
Boom! Boom! Terrifying lightning flashed in Zhenwu's hands. Two explosions rang through the air, frightening the creatures around Chenxiang into scattering.
"High God, please hear my explana-" Chenxiang cupped his hands toward the charging Zhenwu, hoping to explain, but Zhenwu reached him before he could finish. Helpless, he abandoned his explanation and hurriedly twisted aside and retreated.
Zhenwu showed no mercy as Chenxiang dodged. He unleashed bolt after bolt of Demon-Slaying Thunder, forcing Chenxiang to fight back.
"Mani, mani, hum!" Chenxiang leaped backward. Once he was ten meters away from Zhenwu, he hastily raised his right hand, chanted an incantation, and thrust his palm toward him.
In an instant, a golden-red Demon Light palm print shot from his hand, hurtling straight at Zhenwu.
Boom! Zhenwu punched, sending Demon-Slaying Thunder