Indeed, We Came from the Upper Realm
Having regained his senses, Jun Changxiao was utterly spent—so weak that he had no strength to resist even when someone grabbed him.
It was mainly because he had been controlled by violent energy and crazily bombarded the sealing Formation for three days.
The Black and White Rakshasa brothers were no better off.
They had been brutally beaten the moment they appeared, then spent another three days stabilizing the Formation. Their faces were pale now, and they were weak to the extreme, though they could still walk normally.
A misunderstanding? Listen to his explanation?
Not listening, not listening—like a turtle chanting scriptures!
White Rakshasa had only one thought now: return every bit of suffering he had endured earlier!
Don't be fooled by his terrible condition.
Beating up someone even weaker than himself would definitely be no problem!
However.
If he wanted to beat Jun Changxiao, he would have to ask whether the Rose Empress agreed.
Unfortunately, not only did she disagree, she also produced the Crimson Lotus Demonic Moon Blade and placed it against White Rakshasa's neck.
Her icy eyes radiated the aura of, "If you touch him, I'll kill you."
"..."
White Rakshasa's expression became spectacular.
For the sake of the incomplete scroll, he had used the Great Art of Heaven and Earth Reversal to reach the Mortal Plane.
He had thought he and that Black fool could run rampant without restraint, yet he had been brutally beaten the instant he arrived—and now he was being threatened by a mere woman!
Whoosh!
He released his grip, brushed the dust from Jun Changxiao's shoulder, and smiled. "Such a handsome young man—how could I bear to mistreat him?"
Even his cowardice came with such sound reasoning. Worthy indeed of an expert among experts.
Jun Changxiao