Change identities??
Those four words were rather unfamiliar to the Empress.
She looked blankly at Zeng Anmin.
They were in battle now—a battle balanced between life and death.
It was not something that could be turned around merely by changing identities, was it?
Zeng Anmin's voice was not loud.
Yet everyone present heard it clearly.
"Brother, you..."
As the only one among them who knew the truth, Bai Ziqing hesitated.
He instantly realized what Zeng Anmin intended to do.
He knew that this "Wu Yanzu" before them was actually Zeng Anmin, a Fifth Rank Confucian Cultivator.
Confucian Cultivators did indeed greatly restrain the Demon Race, but the Fifth Rank Gentleman Realm of the Confucian Path Realm...
Surely it was not enough to stand against a third-rank Bi Fang, was it??
"Good thing that old brat from the Talisman Sect made me an Instant Movement Talisman."
Zeng Anmin grinned, lightly rolling his wrist as he looked at the Bi Fang across from him with utterly frivolous eyes.
"Otherwise, I'd have been worried about exposing my true identity in front of everyone and being held accountable when I got back."
As he spoke, a faint golden gleam slowly flickered in his eyes.
"What the hell are you babbling about?"
A savage expression flashed across the Bi Fang's face.
Its narrow eyes stared at Zeng Anmin for a while.
Then it shook its head in disappointment.
"Move aside first. This King is planning to eat that little girl first."
"She looks more tender."
As it spoke.
The flames on the Bi Fang's body grew even more intense.
The air around them carried a faint scorched stench.
"Fire Come!"
The Bi Fang raised its round head and looked at the Empress. Its bloody maw split into a grin as it gazed at her with