Jinguang Xian suddenly let out a cry.
"Senior Sister, save me!"
Tongtian's sword hand froze in mid-swing.
The contrast between before and after was simply too stark.
He had spent so long running his mouth, swaggering as though he could strut straight into the heavens.
Yet in the end, he actually cried for help.
The Tiger Monster beside him was stunned too.
He stared at the scene for a long while.
Then abruptly covered his face with a tiger paw.
"How embarrassing, Senior Brother!"
Qiongxiao had already arrived.
Seeing Jinguang Xian in danger, she suddenly shouted.
"Do not harm a disciple of the Interception Sect!"
The moment Qiongxiao's voice reached him, Tongtian stopped.
He had only intended to teach Jinguang Xian a lesson.
Of course, even so, he had nearly stumbled into a ditch himself.
If he had not unleashed a strike comparable to the quasi-sage realm at the crucial moment,
he would probably have capsized right then.
Thank goodness, thank goodness...
Tongtian breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
Thank goodness I'm not really a Daluo Golden Immortal.
Damn it...
How on earth have these disciples been cultivating?
Why did every last one of them progress at a snail's pace when I was around, only for their cultivation speed to soar once I left?
It's only been a thousand years, and good grief, their strength has jumped several levels.
What, did my presence in the sect interfere with your cultivation?
Or did it interfere with your breakthroughs?!
Is your master poisonous or something?
What the hell...
The thought left Tongtian painfully exasperated.
If it had been just one or two, he could have put it down to coincidence.
Or perhaps they had been lucky, with one or two finding some fortuitous opportunity.
But now...
There were three.
Judging by them,