Shi Qianjue
編輯: Larbre Studio
Qiu Yu laughed from the top of Saint Wood Mountain and said, "He actually dares trespass on Peakless Mountain. I'll go defeat him with the monks of the Fire Tribe."
"Wait."
Ouyang Huan walked out, engulfed in gleaming saint light.
"Lord Qiu Yu, you're the groom today, so you should be with the guests at the wedding. Moon Worship Demonic Sect is more than enough to deal with such a small issue."
And then, all the saints from Demonic Sect left with Ouyang Huan.
The wedding was carried out, yet the monks had all turned their attention toward the area beneath the mountain.
"Turn on Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron to break the mountain-guarding formation."
Zhang Ruochen wasn't patient or willing to wait. He stood up, flew to Golden Dragon Carriage and performed 'Emperor Ming Nine-sky Scripture.' He opened all the fourteen apertures on his palm, and thick saint Qi gushed into the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron."