Xue An quietly observed the two white Soul-Cleaving Lamps, only withdrawing his gaze after a while.
To Xing Yuhe, he held considerable respect.
After all, no matter when it is, those who adhere to the beliefs in their hearts and maintain their resolve to the end are deserving of respect.
What’s more, he has protected this small town for more than a decade and has never bowed before Demon Ghosts, whose power far exceeds his own. From this point of view, he has enough qualification to be honored as a True Person.
Of course, this True Person does not refer to the cultivated state within the realm of cultivation, but rather is a term of respect within the Daoist Family for those with firm Daoist hearts and profound Daoist skills.
Thinking of this, Xue An couldn’t help but become increasingly curious about Xing Yuhe’s sect.
The Daoist Family Seven Grotto-Heavens, Jade Cauldron Pavilion...
They all sound quite interesting!
Xue An pondered in his heart.
Meanwhile, Xing Yushu and others were kneeling on the ground, crying as if their lives depended on it.
In the midst of this chaos, Zeng Jialiang, Jin Haorang, and Baili Shaoguang, who had just regained consciousness with a still very pale complexion, exchanged glances and then simultaneously began to carefully move their feet, trying to walk to a distant place.
The process was very slow and did not make any sound at all.
For the three of them, as long as they could move beyond a certain range, they were confident they could escape to safety.
But just as they had moved a few hundred steps and were about to reach the goal in their hearts,
they heard Xue An sigh lightly, "Do you really think... the three of you can still get away?"
All three of them shuddered, then turned around very stiffly with forced smiles on their faces.
"My... my lord, we were just..." The one speaking was Baili Shaoguang, whose last vestiges of confidence had been shattered by just one glance from Xue An.
Her eyes were filled with deep reverence.
Xue An, however, was too lazy to listen, casually gesturing to cut off her words, then he said indifferently: "Or do you think I will let the three of you go?"
Even a fool could sense the bone-chilling coldness in these words.
Moreover, the three of them were not fools, quite the opposite, they were each outstanding figures who stirred up the winds and clouds.
Therefore, upon hearing Xue An’s words, they shuddered all over, and their faces showed panic.
They knew nothing about Xue An.
But the strength demonstrated by this young man in white had already exceeded anything they could imagine.
To know that even existences like the Tree Demon Ghost King were beings they could only look up to,
and yet, they turned to ash under two punches from Xue An.
This overwhelming disparity in strength caused them not to dare to even breathe heavily, only to look at Xue An with despair, hoping for his mercy to spare their lives.
Xue An had seen this kind of look all too often and had even become somewhat immune to it.
Therefore, he just smiled and then casually asked, "Are you all from Jing Country?"
"Yes! All three of us are nobles of Jing Country!" Zeng Jialiang honestly answered.
Xue An’s gaze flickered slightly, "Then what’s this about the National Cult that Xing Yuhe mentioned just now?"
If previously the three were filled with terror and despair, now they were practically on the verge of tears.
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