Xiao Hua, beside himself with rage, hurriedly activated the Lightning Evasion Technique and rushed toward the center of the explosion with the speed of thunder, too swift to cover one's ears. Before him, where lightning flared and burst, countless golden threads flickered. They were the spell Xiao Hua had activated earlier, except the explosion had thrown those golden threads into disarray, preventing them from falling for a long while. Only after the fiercest wave of the blast subsided did the golden threads vanish. In midair, the rabbit-like demon beast had been blasted a hundred zhang high. Its two ears drooped weakly, and lingering fear flickered in its crimson eyes. Fairy Jing, seated atop the demon beast, was likewise deathly pale, staring regretfully ahead. As for the four Nascent Soul cultivators besieging Fairy Jing, they had long since drifted away, all watching the scene with undisguised glee. In the air, 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 a look of innocence. He wanted to open his mouth and explain, but under Xiao Hua's towering rage, he could not even part his lips.
True Person Yuanqing stood several dozen zhang away from the two men. Half his Taoist robe had been shredded, a dark red flush surged across his face, and his eyes still held the terror of having escaped death by a hair's breadth. His gaze remained fixed on the place he had just fled from with all his might. There, the unfortunate True Person Jingting had disappeared. Forget a corpse—even a drop of blood was nowhere to be seen! No one had seen things more clearly than True Person Yuanqing. Just as Xiao Hua withdrew his giant hand and fled