"Just luck."
Zeng Anmin gave Bai Ziqing a shy smile.
Then he looked toward Bi Fang.
"That's right. An Extreme Confucian cultivator."
"Once, I personally saw an Extreme Confucian cultivator at the Fourth Rank Grand Confucian realm kill something called Bi Xuan."
"Today, I wanted to give it a try too."
Zeng Anmin raised his hand.
As he lifted it.
The enormous Confucian Dharma Aspect towering through the sky suddenly opened its eyes and looked down coldly upon Bi Fang.
It slowly raised its giant hand as well.
"Judging purely by the power of my current Confucian Path..."
A look of intoxication appeared on Zeng Anmin's face.
"Clearly, Vast Righteous Qi's sensitivity to the surrounding environment has diminished."
"I can barely sense anything at all now."
"But..."
He lifted his eyes teasingly toward Bi Fang.
"You, on the other hand, are like a lantern in endless darkness—so dazzling."
Bi Fang's expression became rather colorful.
Its ugly beak opened and closed.
Yet for a moment, it did not know what to say.
It looked at Zeng Anmin before it, then glanced at the gigantic Dharma Aspect more than ten zhang tall in the air.
"This king... I, I'm preparing to return to Myriad Demon Mountain."
The clarity returning to Bi Fang's eyes was visible to the naked eye.
It understood very clearly.
The brat before it was a genuine madman among Confucian Cultivators.
A Fourth Rank madman Confucian Cultivator—regardless of the ultimate result of their battle.
He would certainly be able to drag things out for the time it took an incense stick to burn.
After one incense stick's time...
Dongfang Cang's counterattack, at the First Rank...
At that thought, it even shuddered.
"What are you going back to Myriad Demon Mountain for?"
The teasing in Zeng Anmin's eyes grew deeper.