Xiaoling gulped and stood behind Zisheng, looking at the armored devil slowly walking toward them. A wide sword that he held in his hand grazed the ground as he dragged it across it.
Zisheng quickly summoned his sharp blade, holding its gold hilt tightly and standing before Xiaoling.
The armored devil stopped after an appropriate distance, "Hand over the Young Lady," His deep voice echoed through the quiet bridge.
Zisheng stood tall before the armored devil, "Try to take her if you can," His voice was polite yet confident.
The armored devil scoffed. His build was much bigger than Zisheng. Each part of his body was covered in armor. Only his deep red eyes were visible from the metal helmet covering his head. He slowly lifted his wide sword over his body and charged at Zisheng.
