Upon the entrance of Demonic Intention, it disappeared in an instant.
Lu Bei shrugged his shoulders, silently praising the 'Devil-Slaying Sutra'.
Seeing Lu Bei pretending as if nothing had happened, Zhu Qilan sneered, preparing another load of Demonic Intention in her hand.
"Again!"
"Bring it on."
"Again."
"Keep going."
"And aga…
After about ten breaths, Zhu Qilan stopped her futile meditation, finding her cultivation speed to be slower than Lu Bei's. A few strings of Demonic Intention gathered in her hands, she mused before Lu Bei's chest.
"Here I go. If you fall into the devil's way, don't blame me."
"Cut the crap and face me head-on!"
Lu Bei slapped his chest, repeating his point. Boasting is not his style, but possessing the determination to slay demons, Zhu Qilan's little bit of Demonic Intention was nothing to him.
