Xiao Hua, furious beyond measure, hastily activated the Lightning Evasion Technique and charged toward the center of the explosion with speed too swift to cover one's ears. Before him, countless golden threads flickered amid the exploding lightning—these were the spell Xiao Hua had cast earlier. Yet the blast had thrown the threads into disarray, preventing them from descending for a long while. Only after the fiercest wave of the explosion subsided did the golden threads vanish. Looking into the air again, the rabbit-like demonic beast had been blasted over a hundred zhang away. Its two ears drooped weakly, and lingering fear flickered in its crimson eyes. Fairy Jing, riding atop the beast, was likewise deathly pale, staring ahead with deep regret. As for the four Nascent Soul cultivators who had been besieging Fairy Jing, they had long since drifted away, all watching the scene with undisguised schadenfreude. In midair, golden threads flashed around True Person Chu Feng and True Person Xifan. True Person Chu Feng's face was white as paper, while True Person Xifan's eyes held an innocent look. He wanted to open his mouth to explain, but under Xiao Hua's towering rage, he could not even part his lips.
As for True Person Yuanqing, he stood several dozen zhang away from the two. Half his daoist robe had been shredded, a flush of dark red rising in his face, while his eyes still reflected the terror of having escaped death by a hair's breadth. His gaze remained fixed on the place he had desperately fled from moments ago. There, the unlucky True Person Jingting had already vanished. Not to mention a corpse—not even a drop of blood could be seen! No one had seen more clearly than True Person Yuanqing. Just as Xiao Hua had withdrawn his giant hand