Yang Jiao turned his head and his pupils shrunk, realizing there was no escape. His eyes filled with unwillingness as he thought: father, mother, sister, I can no longer avenge you. He closed his eyes to accept death's arrival.
Boom~ A sound echoed, and a blue barrier appeared in front of Yang Jiao. The nine beams of light from the rake hit the barrier and silently dissipated.
A voice echoed between heaven and earth: "Why must you strike a child down with such severity?"
Marshal Tianpeng, spinning the Nine-toothed Nail Rake in his hands and placing it on his back, said in a solemn tone, "I am Marshal Tianpeng of the Heavenly Court, executing the Heavenly Rules on the command of Your Majesty. Who dares to obstruct the affairs of the Heavenly Court?"
Yang Jiao opened his eyes, gasping heavily, a look of joy in his eyes. Have I been saved? He looked around, wondering who had saved him.
