"This is exciting," Cai Jie said, and Yan Xiaobao nodded. The entire army was watching, but no one intervened. They understood Wan Qiao wanted to win the battle himself—if Li Xiaopeng died by someone else's hand, no one would dare face an enraged Wan Qiao.
Suddenly, there was a sound from the rear of the army—a commotion and clamor erupted. Yan Xiaobao turned and saw a group of over thirty Saints soaring through the air. They stood to the side, unsure of what to do. As his gaze lifted to the sky, Yan Xiaobao saw his own Saints also hovering above, ready to settle this matter once and for all. Yan Xiaobao smiled as golden martial wings unfurled from his shoulders, propelling him into the sky, followed by the golden youth who seemed to walk on air rather than fly.
Standing side by side, Yan Xiaobao and Cai Jie no longer focused on Wan Qiao and Li Xiaopeng. Instead, their attention was entirely fixed on the Saints in the sky.
