Ying Bang nodded: "Take them down!"
Han Shijing didn't say a word and stepped forward at once, his blazing qi and blood as scorching as the sun, the aura of an Eighth Heavenly Layer Martial Tao expert surging.
Ji Dongquan and Li Miaozhen both didn't want him getting close; their Immortal Souls flowed and flickered as they each dodged away.
But Qi Junshou's Immortal Soul was likewise fused with his own lifebound Magical Treasure, the Golden Light Umbrella.
The umbrella opened, golden light dazzling, covering the surroundings while at the same time blocking Ji Dongquan and Li Miaozhen's path.
He only needed to delay them a little and Han Shijing at the side would close in.
At the same time, though Ying Bang stood unmoving in the distance, the Literary Ink of the Neo-Confucian Great Scholar had already condensed into various restraining sigils, likewise encircling toward this side.
