Yang Jian?
Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba's expressions immediately turned strange. True Person Qiu Qi assumed they were ashamed and too embarrassed to keep boasting.
"I am a Saint Realm expert. If you miss this opportunity, it will be hard for you to find another in the future."
True Person Qiu Qi spoke gently. He could tell that Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba possessed extraordinary talent. Their vitality and blood were even stronger than those of demons at the same cultivation level. How could he not be tempted?
Unable to contain his anger, Sun Wukong cursed, "Go fuck yourself!"
The moment those words left his mouth, True Person Qiu Qi's expression turned ugly.
"You're courting death! Taking you in as disciples would be your blessing, yet you dare speak so crudely!"
True Person Qiu Qi roared and pressed his right hand toward the void. His mana condensed into a giant hand that came crashing down.
Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba only felt their vision darken as the giant hand was about to strike their heads.
At that moment, the giant hand suddenly froze in midair, unable to move. It was less than five meters from Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba, making both demons break out in cold sweat.
True Person Qiu Qi froze for a moment, his brow tightly furrowed. He drove his mana, trying to force the giant hand down, but no matter what he did, the hand of mana would not move. It was as if some invisible force had bound it, preventing it from descending.
"Hmph!"
A muffled snort suddenly rang out beneath the heavens. Immediately afterward, True Person Qiu Qi seemed to suffer a heavy blow, coughing up blood as he was sent flying.
His body shot away like a meteor, piercing through layers of clouds