"Hehe, this was getting truly interesting!" Xiao Hua laughed, having formed a plan.
But just as he opened his mouth to spit out his flying sword, another thought struck him. Several strands of soul silk descended from between his brows, piercing straight into the worms. Things went so smoothly that they surpassed even Xiao Hua's expectations. Faced with the soul silk, the worms offered no resistance whatsoever; they did not even sense it. The soul silk passed through them, and the worms vanished in an exceedingly strange manner, without leaving the slightest trace behind.
"Excellent..." Faced with worms that Daoist divine abilities could scarcely withstand, Xiao Hua clapped his hands and laughed. "The ancients spoke well: no skill ever weighs a man down. Those words are absolutely right."
Having said that, Xiao Hua glanced at the few Daoist disciples beside him, who were already trembling violently. At this moment, even Xue Ping and Fu Zhiwen, who had the utmost confidence in Xiao Hua, had gone pale. Array talismans flickered all over Fu Zhiwen's body as he prepared to shield Xiao Hua from the front.
"Let us go..." Xiao Hua beckoned and said blandly, "Xue Ping, you Daoist disciples follow behind this old man. Fu Zhiwen, activate your array talismans and bring up the rear."
"Yes, this junior understands!" Seeing how composed Xiao Hua was, how could Fu Zhiwen fail to realize that Xiao Hua already had a means of dealing with this? He answered, and inscriptions flowed across his body as various array talismans began forming an armor of inscriptions around him.
Once Xiao Hua finished speaking, he turned and flew back. He did not fly quickly now, seeming to stroll leisurely through a courtyard. Yet what astonished Xue Ping behind him was that he did not see Xiao Hua