Qian Tian looked at Tai Shang Lao Jun with great incomprehension: “What abilities could she possibly have? With that small amount of cultivation, she’ll certainly be torn to pieces by Long Ding and the others. Forget about her—even Taihe might not survive. Now that common people are in danger, and the Dao Diviner has given no indication, are we also going to just watch the spectacle from the Nine Heavens?”
Tai Shang Lao Jun came back to his senses and shook his head: “Supreme God, don’t be anxious. If the Dao Diviner is unwilling to address this matter, he must have his reasons.”
What reasons could he have other than wanting to reap the benefits?
Qian Tian almost blurted this out, but after a slight pause, he swallowed his words and broke into a cold sweat.
How could he think such things about the Dao Diviner?
Even if he was dissatisfied with Li Ye, the Dao Diviner was still the lord of the Nine Heavens and would never seek personal revenge.
Shaking his head, Qian Tian sighed with dejection: “Pity that little girl—such good potential, afraid she’ll be reduced to ashes.”
Tai Shang Lao Jun smiled without comment, merely embracing his whisk and turning his head to look below the Nine Heavens.
After the intense light faded, the surroundings gradually regained their outline.
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The once towering and lush immortal mountain was now reduced to a single pillar, with the immortal gate standing atop it. Everything around had been leveled to the ground. A few loose rocks rumbled down, and then everything fell completely silent.
Er’er tentatively opened one eye and found that her limbs still seemed to have feeling. She blinked, then quickly felt herself all over before letting out a long sigh of relief.
She was unharmed?
Looking up at the sky, many of the intertwined dragons had scattered for some reason, but Long Ding still circled above her head, furiously swinging his tail: “Li Ye, you go too far!”
Er’er was stunned and quickly looked back, thinking the great master was behind her. However, looking back, she saw the barrier intact, with her senior brothers standing in the square watching her from afar—a crowd of people. She looked for quite a while but didn’t see Li Ye anywhere.
She turned her head in confusion and asked: “Are you looking down on me?”
Long Ding was so angry he spun in circles, but said nothing more. He transformed into human form, descended, and went straight for her.
Er’er’s body was already injured, making close combat somewhat difficult, but fortunately, her internal cultivation was profound. One of her moves could withstand three of Long Ding’s. Even though she was in a sorry state, she could still fight back.
Long Ding was even more embarrassed—fighting with a young girl was one thing, but the key was that he couldn’t take her down quickly. Sensing Li Ye’s aura on her, he couldn’t help but curse while fighting: “A dignified Supreme God, actually learning to hide behind a woman to enjoy the shade!”
“One person does the deed, one person bears the responsibility. I have a problem with him—why must you drag the entire immortal gate down with him?”
Er’er raised an eyebrow, turning her head to gesture at the destroyed immortal mountain: “Were you planning to spare my immortal gate from the beginning?”
Long Ding fell silent. In his fury, he naturally wouldn’t have spared anyone. He had originally planned to bring over a hundred dragon clan elders, thinking they could destroy this place in the blink of an eye, never expecting to lose face to a little girl.
Besides his anger, he carefully examined the girl.
Her fire magic, though high-level, was not yet proficient. However, her cultivation was so deep that even though her divine fire wasn’t as formidable as Li Ye’s, which could harm souls, it was still truly troublesome.
His eyes flickered slightly as Long Ding withdrew his hand and suddenly formed a seal.
Meng Wan, watching from within the barrier, immediately panicked. He wanted to shout for Er’er to run, but his mouth was sealed, and he couldn’t make a sound.
In his urgency, he turned to look at Li Ye, struggling violently against his restraints.
Li Ye didn’t look at him, his eyes still fixed on Er’er. Seeing Long Ding form the seal, his form wavered slightly, but he didn’t immediately step forward.
That was the Dongliujue, specifically designed to counter fire path magic!
Meng Wan’s face turned pale with anxiety. How could Er’er, who had just learned high-level magic, possibly deal with a high-level spell that countered her element in the five phases? Long Ding was bullying a junior. If no one went to save her…
The clouds in the sky churned into a vortex, and the surrounding downpour suddenly converged toward Long Ding’s direction. Er’er, holding divine fire in her hand, suddenly tilted her head.
“You dragon clan, are you also a collateral branch of the Kan family?” she asked curiously.
Long Ding sneered, not bothering to answer her at all, only looking at her with eyes that seemed to see a dead person, then unleashed the Dongliujue with killing intent.
Even Li Ye would find this move difficult to counter, let alone her. Previously, Long Ding had thought such a small immortal wasn’t worth using this move on, as it would also harm his spirit. But now, Long Ding just wanted her dead.
A massive current of water carrying immortal energy, sharp as a knife, swept toward Er’er.
Er’er watched silently, neither dodging nor evading. Her right hand extinguished the divine fire, and her left hand rose, gently drawing a circle.
The violent water flow seemed to reach a vast plain. The water, previously sharp as blades, flowed gently around her arm, and the immortal energy went straight into the wound on her hand.
Killing intent exploded in the surroundings, but the person standing at the center remained unharmed.
Long Ding thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He retreated two steps and pressed his brow, but when he opened his eyes again, he found that the Dongliujue, capable of destroying a fire god, had truly been broken by her.
How was this possible?
The water flowed around her three times, the immortal energy of the Kan family entered her body, and the remaining water fell to the foot of the immortal mountain, forming a clear lake.
Er’er moved her arm and smiled sweetly: “I asked if you were a collateral branch of the Kan family, yet you didn’t speak.”
She felt awkward for collecting immortal energy for nothing.
Although Er’er hadn’t deliberately practiced Kan family magic since Kan Ze disappeared, she always had Kan Ze’s primordial spirit within her. Water path magic was extremely restrictive to other fire gods, but for her, it was nourishment.
Scratching her head, she said: “My immortal master taught me never to accept benefits without merit. This stream of immortal energy is extremely powerful. Using it at this time inevitably harms the internal organs. Why don’t I return one to you?”
So saying, she imitated his earlier actions and formed a Dongliujue seal.
Long Ding’s face turned white, not knowing what to do in this situation. But he didn’t show weakness, only coldly watching Er’er, thinking that as a dragon, with deep connections to the Kan family, the Dongliujue naturally couldn’t harm him.
But why did this immortal from the Li family possess such powerful water path magic?
Before he could figure it out, the Dongliujue reached him. Long Ding reached out to receive it, but the Dongliujue exploded three inches from his face, revealing a Thousand Li Technique inside.
“Despicable!” Long Ding only had time to spit out these two words before disappearing from the spot.
Leaderless, the remaining dragon clan members circled in the sky indignantly for half an hour. Perhaps seeing that Long Ding didn’t immediately return and having no other recourse, they began to leave one after another.
Only after the last dragon disappeared into the clouds did Er’er finally breathe a sigh of relief, falling backward.
“Junior Sister!” Meng Wan finally called out.
Someone stretched out a hand, steadily supporting her.
Er’er didn’t even need to open her eyes to know who it was. She groaned and pouted: “So tired.”