"If we don't let Little Senior Brother vent his emotions, and choose to force him to suppress them instead, it'll backfire!" Luo Yunji glanced at Faxiang and explained in a rather cold tone.
Just as Faxiang was about to ask something else, a figure suddenly appeared behind Luo Yunji. When Faxiang clearly saw that figure's face, his mouth fell open. After coming back to himself, he hurriedly pressed his palms together and bowed respectfully. "Martial Uncle Puzhi!"
Puzhi smiled at Faxiang and nodded. "Don't worry!"
Faxiang pressed his palms together and bowed once more. Only then did he set aside the worry in his heart and respectfully walk behind Divine Monk Puzhi to stand there.
The slaughter over there was still continuing. Under the Quadruplets' rescue and protection, the many Miao Tribe warriors all dodged away one after another, keeping far from Zhang Xiaofan.
After another while, Puzhi nodded to Luo Yunji.
Luo Yunji raised his hand and was just about to bring it down when an angry shout rang out from the distance.
"Zhang Xiaofan! You..." The people from Incense Valley appeared in everyone's field of vision.
Li Xun looked at the shriveled, wrinkled corpses at Zhang Xiaofan's feet, and astonishment and dread flashed through his eyes.
"These people of the Southern Border have never invaded the central lands, and have no ties to them whatsoever, yet you could actually bring yourself to slaughter them!"
Li Xun's words made the righteous disciples who had followed behind him all change color at once. Every one of them looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who was surrounded by thick fresh blood, with faces full of terror and disgust.
Zhang Xiaofan, his eyes crimson, stopped reaping lives and slowly turned his head to look at Li Xun, sweeping his gaze over the righteous figures