This was a Zombie God Great Demon Fiend!
Yang An glanced at Qing Xin beside him. Seeing no change in Qing Xin's expression, it was evident he could handle this Demon Fiend.
"Buddha's Son, please stand aside for a moment. Allow me to resolve this."
Qing Xin said slowly, his eyes narrowing as he released his grip on Yang An's hand.
But his words immediately drew the Demon Fiend's crimson gaze. Yang An knew at once this was not good.
"Buddha's Son? This little bald donkey is actually the Buddha's Son? The heavens are truly on my side! HAHAHAHA!"
"..."
'You did that on purpose, didn't you? You absolutely fucking did that on purpose, right?'
Yang An shot a look at Qing Xin. He had a feeling this guy was up to no good, deliberately announcing his identity for all to hear.
But just as his gaze shifted, Qing Xin's figure had already become a rapidly dissipating afterimage.
