The Demons' Worries

Great Tang.

Chang'an City.

Today's Chang'an was vastly different from what it had been several months ago.

Ever since the court had lifted the restrictions, switching to the Incense Path was no longer a business monopolized by the Demon Suppression Bureau alone.

So long as one's family background was clean and one was loyal to the Great Tang imperial house, even a butcher from the streets could register at the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Thus, martial artists brimming with qi and blood could now be seen everywhere on Chang'an's streets.

A butcher selling meat brought his cleaver down, making the chopping block tremble slightly, the faint sound of bones ringing from the Bone Resonance Realm audible beneath it.

A peddler carrying his wares strode as if borne by the wind, his breath long and steady.

A closer look revealed it.

A Spirit Seal was circling beneath his feet.

He was clearly a martial artist who had stepped into the Four Realms of Entering the Hall!

At the corner of the long street, a crowd had gathered outside a tea stall.

A brawny, bare-chested man stood on a long bench, spittle flying as he spoke.

"You lot have no idea! That day, yellow sand filled the sky, and the demon was a full thirty meters tall!"

The man slapped his thigh and widened his eyes.

"At the very moment of life and death, our Grand Princess suddenly appeared out of thin air!"

The onlooking commoners and martial artists below all held their breath.

"And then? Wang Mazi, hurry up and tell us!"

The man called Wang Mazi snorted coldly and planted his hands on his hips.

"What kind of divine figure is Her Highness the Grand Princess? Her Highness manifested a dharma form with three heads and six arms, green face and