"Whoosh!!!" Just then, a figure glittering with golden light shot over like lightning, caught the falling Dong Santong in his arms, and dodged the short-sword magic treasure's attack.
Not good! Li San's heart lurched when he recognized the figure in the air. Shock surged through him, and he hurriedly pointed at the short-sword magic treasure. It spun, forming a light curtain thirty to forty feet across.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!!" The man holding Dong Santong was none other than Li Xiaoya, who had awakened from his coma at some unknown point. A pair of translucent wings beat slowly behind him as he glared at Li San, his face furious and his killing intent blazing.
"Cough, cough, cough!!! Senior... brother... you're awake?" Dong Santong felt the energy inside him churn wildly. He coughed repeatedly, blood pouring from his mouth in great gulps, and spoke in a voice as faint as a thread.
"You... you're Young Master Li Xiaoya?!" Two trails of aged tears suddenly spilled from the corners of Li San's eyes as he looked at Li Xiaoya. Trembling all over with excitement, he cried out in astonishment.
"Hmph! Were you the one who injured me so badly?" Astonishing spiritual qi radiated from Li Xiaoya as he snorted and spoke coldly. Then he paused and asked in bewilderment, "Young master? What young master?" As he spoke, he pressed a hand against Dong Santong's back. Sensing that the magic power inside Dong Santong was in utter chaos, he hurriedly channeled his own into him to settle it.
"Ah! No, I wasn't the one who injured Fellow Daoist Dong!" Li San came to his senses and hastily denied it over and over. Then he said urgently, "This isn't the place to talk. Fellow Daoist Dong's fight with Demon Bee must have drawn other people's attention.