"Duan Ye——!!! Help me——! Qin Family's aaaughhh!!"
"Ugh... this blondie is really annoying..."
As the protector of Divine Teachings, Duan Ye sucked in a sharp breath and with a crack, reset her dislocated shoulder. She turned her head, shouting angrily,
"What the hell are you yelling for——! You're in Nascent Soul Realm just like her——! Fight it out first dammit!"
Then she pretended not to hear the distant cries of, "What kind of protector are you—!" Gripping her knives in both hands and crossing them over her left elbow, using her shoulder pads as a shield, she took long strides, positioning herself sideways. As she regulated her breath, flames of blood raged around her body, her form cloaked in a red fiery glow, her red hair billowing with her true energy.
