Hearing Qingyuan Caicaizi's resolute words, Sanjing Wen was slightly taken aback.
Then, after contemplating for a moment, he nodded heavily: "Miss Caicaizi is right, with so many of us here, there's no need to fear just the two of them!"
"Let's wait here for Jiang Chen to walk into our trap!" Qingyuan Caicaizi proudly and coldly chuckled.
The group of Beihai National Martial Artists glanced at each other and sighed in relief, preferring to battle Jiang Chen—who was only formidable in the reports—over Cunshang Zhengye, who was now down to his last desperate strike.
Shen Xiangtian was stunned for a moment, casting a surprised look at Qingyuan Caicaizi and slightly furrowing his brows.
He felt something off about this Qingyuan Caicaizi.
Noticing Shen Xiangtian observing her, Qingyuan Caicaizi's expression changed, glared at Shen Xiangtian, and then glanced at Ying Zi, apparently conveying some vague message with her eyes.
