"Enough babbling! Get over here!" Li Xiaoya was still wondering what Heavenly Venerable Daoling wanted him to do when he heard High Person Qianshan's shout. He hurriedly flew over!
"San Tong! Stay out of the way! Don't make trouble!" Dong Santong wanted to follow, but High Person Qianshan barked at him. He was about to protest when Heavenly Venerable Daoling caught up from behind, grabbed him, and shouted, "You little brat! Do you want your Master to die? Behave yourself!"
"Y-yes!" Dong Santong deflated like a shriveled balloon. Then he hurriedly called after the departing Li Xiaoya, "Senior Brother! I'm leaving my Master in your hands!"
"Don't worry! Watch me!" Li Xiaoya answered with absolute confidence without even turning his head. In truth, he had no confidence at all. He was still wondering how High Person Qianshan expected him to help; he was only trying to reassure Dong Santong. Even so, he flew at full speed, not only unfurling his Storm Gold-Light Wings completely but also using five-colored spiritual qi to accelerate. In a dozen breaths or so, he reached the sky above Divine Path Mountain. From afar, he saw High Person Qianshan fully armed for battle. His formerly thin, short body had grown to nearly ten feet tall, with bulging muscles all over. Even the wrinkled skin on his face had regained a young man's smoothness. Only his frighteningly long eyebrows and beard remained gray and just as long. He wore armor resembling withered wood and radiated a terrifying aura that made others tremble. Strangely, countless roots growing from his back had burrowed into the ground. They glittered, giving off astonishing fluctuations of magic power, leaving Li Xiaoya rather puzzled.
"Hah!" The closer Li Xiaoya flew to the summit of Divine Path Mountain, the stronger the pressure became, until