"Boom!!"
A sudden gale rose from the ground.
Li Ping'an held down his bamboo hat with one hand and drove power into his legs.
His whole body became a streak of light as he leaped into the air.
At once, several people in the crowd followed close behind.
Since battle had begun, there was no need to show mercy.
Several heavy, muffled grunts sounded overhead.
Then two figures, drenched in blood like blood-soaked gourds, plummeted heavily from the sky.
"Father!"
Someone immediately rushed over.
Catching the blood-drenched figure, they could not help crying out.
Li Ping'an leaped above the clouds.
The entire Small Town's barrier realm began extending outward, seemingly joining with the momentum of the mountains and rivers of the entire Eastern Snowfield.
This world within the formation began slowly moving, forging a resilient fortress.
It trapped Li Ping'an within.
Li Ping'an did not care all that much. His gaze swept across it.
Within his Dharma Eye were the currents of fortune, rising spirit qi, the grand momentum of mountains and rivers...
Li Ping'an stopped on a mountaintop.
Below him, an old man holding a fishing rod and wearing a woven rain hat.
Stood beside a stream.
At that moment, the once-placid stream.
Was like the surging waters of a mighty river, restless and agitated.
It let out roar after roar.
To the southeast, the teahouse proprietor held a birdcage.
He gently opened its door.
"Roar!!"
The roar shook the heavens.
Red threads rose like strands of blood, and in the blink of an eye, flames shooting upward had filled the sky.
A piercing phoenix cry erupted as well.
The flames gradually receded, revealing a gigantic figure.
The bird originally in the cage had been no larger than a palm.
Now, an enormous fiery-red bird soared in midair.
Its