"Rumble!!!!"
Wielding the Shaking-Heaven Divine Fire Staff, Li Xiaoya joined forces with Heavenly Venerable Daoling and drove Sun Haotian back again and again. Suddenly, Old Dragon Head, Fire Dragon Palace's Spirit Communion Stage Great Cultivator, unleashed a suffocating pressure that made both their hearts lurch.
"Stop!!!!!!!!" Old Dragon Head's eyes snapped open, and red light blazed all over his body. Throwing his head back, he roared, sending terrifying, suffocating sound waves surging in every direction. They whipped up fierce winds that made the cultivators' scalps prickle and their ears ring. Fortunately, the low-level cultivators had all fled. Otherwise, there was no telling how many that single wave of sound would have killed.
"Hah!!!!" Taking advantage of Li Xiaoya and Heavenly Venerable Daoling's momentary distraction, Sun Haotian roared. The purple-flame wings on his back flapped several times, and he burst out of their pincer attack. He flew behind Old Dragon Head in utter disarray and said bitterly, "Dragon Martial Uncle! Xing and Xing, they-!"
"I already know! There's no need to say any more!" Old Dragon Head waved a hand, cutting him off. After a pause, he continued coldly, his face expressionless, "I told them not to come out under any circumstances. Why did they come out? All I can say is that this was their destined end!"
"But..." Sun Haotian choked on his words, recovering a little clarity. That's right. Weren't they told not to come out? How... At that thought, inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind, and he blurted out, "Oh no, the Jade Plaque!!" Bitterness welled up inside him. So it was me...? Grief spread across his face.
"Hmph!! Today..." Old Dragon Head snorted furiously, Red-Light Flame erupting all over him. He glared at Li Xiaoya and Heavenly Venerable Daoling, who were visibly frustrated at having let Sun