"That was certainly decisive."
Zeng Anmin drew a deep breath, his eyes incomparably grave.
"Then... can Dean Qin hold him off?"
"The Demon Race calls Dean Qin an Extreme Confucian cultivator."
The Princess pursed her lips, her eyes fixed on the frail, withered figure in the field.
Her gaze shone with admiration.
"But among us humans, a Confucian Cultivator like him is called a Great Sage."
"A Great Sage Confucian Cultivator's suppression of the Demon Race has nothing to do with realm."
"Not to mention Bi Xuan being third rank—even if the second-rank Demon Emperor Xiangliu came here, Dean Qin might still be able to fight him."
"Then I can rest easy."
Zeng Anmin let out a breath, his burning gaze fixed on Qin Shouchang in the field.
One day, I'll become a Great Sage too!
Mm, a Great Sage martial artist!
"The Sage said: Protect the people and defend the nation; our people must not suffer the Demon Race's disturbances!"
After Qin Shouchang's voice rang out.
A protective barrier formed from Righteous Qi suddenly rose before Zeng Anmin.
The barrier firmly enclosed him within.
The sudden development left him somewhat dazed.
Yet what bewildered him even more was...
"Bang!!"
The Princess's body was instantly sent flying backward.
She crashed through ten enormous trees before rolling to the ground.
She lay there, her fate unknown.
Bi Xuan had somehow appeared beside Zeng Anmin.
After the Princess was blasted away, Bi Xuan's eyes slowly settled upon Zeng Anmin within the barrier.
Their eyes met.
An intense feeling of disgust rose from the depths of Zeng Anmin's heart.
Bi Xuan's eyes were utterly vile.
They seemed like the most revolting eyeballs in the entire world.
"Bang!!"
Bi Xuan attacked.
His blow struck the barrier before Zeng Anmin.
Yet the barrier did