"Divine Skill?" "Inner Breath as Vast as River?!" "Kill him. He's only one person!" "Impossible, he was already strong enough without Inner Breath; now with Inner Breath as Vast as River, we are destined to lose!"
After instantly slaying the leader, the remaining four Demon Disciples immediately descended into chaos. Some tried to flee, some let out a roar and rushed at An Jing, while others collapsed, crouching on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
"An Jing! I never mistreated you, did I?"
The only one who could still speak watched An Jing silently draw his sword and bisect the attacking Demon Disciple, then roared in despair, "Haven't I been good to you?!"
Seeing the man's face before him, and because he hadn't attacked him, An Jing stayed his sword.
"Yes, indeed very good."
He nodded slightly, responding softly, "I remember you gave me a piece of orange candy. That was my favorite flavor."
