The group members watched the livestream, never expecting Sun Wukong to be so fierce, coming out swinging his big stick at the demons.
Ning Caichen was startled and hastily shouted, "Great Saint, have mercy!"
WHOOSH!
A gust of wind blew by, and a golden cudgel as thick as an arm fell less than an inch above Nie Xiao Qian's head. The forceful wind billowed her flowing hair, revealing a beautiful, terrified face that would inspire pity in anyone who saw it.
Just then, she truly thought she was going to die.
"Huff..."
Nie Xiao Qian let out a shaky breath and slumped to the ground, her chest heaving, still shaken to the core.
"Yo, kid, you fancy becoming an undead knight?" Sun Wukong put away the Golden Cudgel, turned, and looked at Ning Caichen with a mocking expression.
