The Great Sage Who Made People Sick

Chen Cheng glanced at Liphia, Noah, and the others, then nodded.

"All right, but you need to be careful too."

As he spoke, Chen Cheng tapped a finger against the center of his brow and pulled a strand of Saber Intent from the Consciousness Void, then pressed it into the center of Liphia's brow.

After the Saber Intent entered her, an exceedingly faint Butcher Knife tattoo could vaguely be seen between Liphia's brows.

"If he tries to harm you, this Saber Intent will slash out on its own. When that happens, just retreat and leave."

This Saber Intent was no ordinary thing. It was like the little wooden sword Ye Rong had given him when he left the fortress—a Dao-Intent attack that could be preserved.

He could use such a method only because of the Pseudo-God State formed through his fusion with She Li. Besides, the Saber Intent would not be able to last for very long.

After arranging everything, Chen Cheng began worrying about how to hide the three of them.

They could not be discovered by that so-called Great Sage, yet they could not hide too far away either, or they would be unable to seize the right moment.

"You three can just dig a hole here and bury yourselves in it."

Song Dragon's words carried more than a little personal emotion.

Even so, what she said was indeed a good idea.

Their battle had just left the energy in this place in utter disarray, making it the best place to evade a powerful expert's senses.

And if they wanted to stay close, naturally, they could only hide underground, right where they stood.

Kui Niu was a straightforward man. Thinking Song Dragon was right, he spat into his palms and prepared to show off his bare-handed earth-digging skills.