Tang Xiaoli's expression shifted slightly, and unease welled up in her again. "How can he take on so many Devil Race opponents who are all stronger than he is, by himself?"
Bi Fan merely looked at the other man, his expression unchanged and his emotions seemingly undisturbed. "You're not all that impressive either," he said coolly.
Ying Qianhe paused, then let out an angry laugh. "What an arrogant brat. Looks like you won't shed a tear until you see your own coffin!"
"Jianshan, take your men and grab that woman. I'll have a good go at this brat myself!"
Han Jianshan was delighted. He immediately nodded. "Understood!"
With that, he led the five or six people behind him forward, all grinning as they looked at the person sitting on the ground.
Tang Xiaoli snapped back to her senses. A flicker of fear passed through her eyes. Though her body was covered by the loose garment, their leering gazes made her feel as if they had stripped her bare all over again. It was deeply unsettling.
Bi Fan narrowed his eyes. He knew these people had no sense of honor and never cared about their reputation. Ganging up on the weak was simply their usual way of doing things.
At once, he turned his palm over and flicked a finger. A blue-green light shield appeared beneath Tang Xiaoli's feet.
It covered a small area, only about six feet across, and looked delicate and exquisitely made.
Han Jianshan and the others halted mid-step, staring at the thing that had suddenly appeared in confusion. "What's this? A barrier?"
The short young man nodded blankly. "Looks like it. This brat's got some tricks!"
"Hmph. So what? With this many Spirit Soul Realm experts, are we really unable to break his little barrier?" Han Jianshan