My Name Is Qian Mei'er
The two women were at each other's throats, leaving Bi Fan to watch the show.
Still, he wasn't idle. His Soul Power spread for several miles around them, keeping a constant eye on their surroundings in case other members of the Devil Race tried to ambush them.
After all, the Devil Race had never had a good reputation, and he didn't believe the woman in red had come to Tianyan Sect alone.
In the middle of the field, the two women traded blows, their scarlet and jade-green figures weaving together, yet neither could gain the upper hand.
The woman in red glanced at Bi Fan, who was watching from the sidelines, and a subtle smile suddenly touched her lips.
The next moment, her red whip swept straight toward him. The domineering spiritual power of someone at the Marquis Realm pressed down on him with tremendous force.
Bi Fan instinctively retreated. Once he'd put some distance between them, a faint red glow stirred beneath his skin, while dense Golden Light gathered in his palm. He didn't dodge or flinch—instead, he boldly reached out and grabbed the red whip!
Qian Mei'er gave him a half-smile. "You've got some nerve! You think someone at the mere King Realm can catch my Fire Glass Whip?"
Without changing expression, Bi Fan clenched his hand around the whip as it lashed toward him with a fierce attack. Agonizing pain, like his palm was about to burst apart, shot through him, and he instinctively furrowed his brows.
He had caught the blow with the Golden Crow Sacred Profound Hand after activating his Dragon God Body, yet he still hadn't completely neutralized it. The Fire Glass Whip had to be a supreme-grade spiritual treasure.
Seeing that his palm hadn't been shattered, Qian Mei'er