A fierce blade aura pressed in from the side. If Duan Yanqing continued striking at the iron-pestle brute, he could naturally kill him, but he himself would likely be severely injured as well. Left with no choice, he withdrew his binate iron staff and used One Yang Finger force to counter the incoming blade aura.
The two surges of inner force collided. Duan Yanqing swayed slightly and stared at the newcomer with a grave expression.
Ouyang Feng pondered to himself, Duan Yanqing's cultivation was quite formidable, but his mastery of One Yang Finger still fell somewhat short of Yideng's. On the other hand, that invisible blade aura was rather interesting.
He looked toward the Tibetan group as well and saw that a foreign monk had appeared beside the iron-pestle brute. He wore yellow monastic robes and looked to be under fifty. Dressed in plain cloth and straw sandals, his face shone with vitality, faintly seeming to glow with a precious radiance. Like a pearl or fine jade, he glimmered naturally.
After merely glancing at him a few times, the others present felt an instinctive sense of admiration and affinity.
Song Qingshu secretly laughed. Jiumozhi's appearance really was intimidating, but anyone familiar with him knew that he had a rather goofy side beneath the surface. No wonder people jokingly called him the Great Wheel Meng Wang.
"Ming Wang!" The Tibetan warriors were overjoyed to see that Jiumozhi had saved them.
Jiumozhi smiled and nodded. When he turned to face the people from Western Xia First Class Hall, his tone immediately became stern. "Why have you repeatedly killed our Tibetan warriors? We were invited to escort Prince Tsan here to participate in your princess's marriage selection. Is this how Western Xia treats its guests?"
Duan Yanqing snorted coldly and said in a