The roaring finally subsided, and the Sacred Temple Knights, who had been struck dizzy, finally came to their senses.
Before they could get angry, a neat sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, and then, the miserable Sacred Temple Knights saw a hundred black-clad figures charging towards them with a menacing intent, fast and steady.
The aura emanating from these people was at least on par with their own strength!
They watched as over a hundred black-clad figures stopped neatly in front of them, and then the tall man in the lead ran up to An Yiqing, respectfully addressing her in Xuanjin Language, "Miss."
Miss? Miss my foot! Since when did Xuanjin's noble Miss become so formidable?!
The Sacred Temple Knights wanted to cry but had no tears left; there were so many of them, just a spit from each could drown them, let alone talk of revenge.
"What's wrong? A few of you seem not quite satisfied with my earlier actions?"
