My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 299 Bai Ziqing: Brother? When did you reach the Great Confucian Realm?!

Change your identity?
These four words were quite unfamiliar to the Empress.

She looked at Zeng Anmin blankly.

We are now in battle, a battle between life and death.

It's not something that can be reversed just by changing one's identity, is it?

Zeng Anmin's voice was not loud.

But everyone present heard it clearly.

"Brother, you..."

Bai Ziqing, the only one among them who knew the truth, hesitated.

He instantly realized what Zeng Anmin was planning to do.

He knew that the "Daniel Wu" in front of him was actually Zeng Anmin, a fifth-rank Confucian scholar.

Confucian cultivators are indeed very restrained towards demons, but the fifth-grade Gentleman realm of Confucianism and Taoism...

That might not be enough for a third-rank Bifang, right?
"Fortunately, that old bastard from the Talisman Sect gave me an Instant Travel Talisman."

Zeng Anmin grinned, gently flexing his wrists, his eyes sweeping over the Bifang opposite him with an extremely flippant look:
"Otherwise, I'm worried that if my true identity is exposed in front of everyone, I'll be held accountable when I get back."

As he said this, a faint golden light slowly flickered in his eyes.

"What's this mess?"

A ferocious glint flashed across Bi Fang's face.

Its narrow eyes stared at Zeng Anmin for a while.

Then he shook his head in disappointment:
"You step aside, I'm going to eat that girl first."

"She looks younger."

Between words.

The flames on Bifang's body grew even more intense.

The surrounding air had a faint smell of burning.

"Come on fire!"

Bi Fang raised its round head, looked at the Empress, its gaping maw wide open, and gazed at her with extreme friendliness:
"Little girl, it's just a slight pain, it's nothing serious..."

"hey-hey."

Flames suddenly shot into the sky.

A fiery red sphere burst forth from Bifang's mouth.

Extremely fast! !
Arriving in the blink of an eye!

The Empress's face was solemn as she held her sword horizontally across her chest, the crimson sword exuding a strong smell of blood.

"Phoenix Cry!"

"Wow!!"

As she swung her sword.

A piercing bird cry suddenly erupted from the longsword.

As the sound rang out, the crimson longsword burst forth with a rich color in a short period of time!

The fireball, carrying immense power, arrived in the blink of an eye.

"Ding!!"

The longsword slashed at the fireball.

very smooth.

The fireball was split in two by the longsword.

A flicker of relief at surviving a calamity had just appeared in the Empress's eyes.

But then, the two small fireballs that had split in two merged back together!

They headed straight for the Empress.

The Empress had exhausted her old strength and had not yet generated new power, so she could only watch helplessly as the fireball hurtled towards her face.

The fireball wasn't big.

It's not even as big as a human head.

But even such a small fireball contains power that is terrifying even from a distance!

In the midst of the chaos.

The empress could only muster the strength to strike with her sword.

"Feng Jiu Ming!!"

Unleash your "domain" to its fullest potential!

However, they were always a step too slow.

The fireball was less than a foot away from her face.

The sword in her hand was still a slash away from the fireball.

In the blink of an eye.

Her life was nearing its end.

……

This scene happened extremely quickly.

Bai Ziqing was dazzled by the sight.

He was utterly horrified.

He knew he couldn't have delivered the same strike the Empress had just made at the fireball.

But that very attack was like a toy to the fireball!

"run!!"

Without any hesitation, Bai Ziqing didn't even have the thought of resisting:

"Chief of State!! Quick!!"

He lifted his foot and leaped to Zeng Anbian's side, grabbed his shoulder, and started to walk outside.

But at that moment, Zeng Anmin gently pulled his hand away from Bai Ziqing's.

He glanced at Bi Fang indifferently.

A leisurely voice rang out:
As the sage said, "A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall."

His voice sounded young.

But it possesses an aura of authority that subconsciously instills in people a sense of awe and makes them afraid to resist.

Bi Fang's body trembled slightly.

The fireball in the air also stopped.

A dark golden aura erupted, forming a giant wall that blocked the Empress's path.

The fireball was firmly blocked.

Time seemed to stand still.

The Empress was taken aback at first.

Then she stiffly raised her fair neck.

When her eyes fell on the person who spoke, her whole body trembled violently.

The Wu Lang before my eyes... has become a completely different person.

His appearance was no longer that of an ordinary, thin man.

Wu Lang had said that long ago.

His true appearance is exceptionally handsome.

She had also considered how she might react when Wu Lang revealed his true face to her.

They might be surprised? Or they might just smile faintly.

After all, she never cared about other people's appearance.

But when that moment actually arrived...

She almost made the most out-of-character expression of her life.

The Empress's eyes widened, her pupils conveying disbelief.

Her luscious red lips parted.

She was so surprised her jaw dropped.

She couldn't utter a single word.

The scene before my eyes was truly bizarre.

"Confucian scholars?!"

Bi Fang spoke the two words she most wanted to say for her.

Bi Fang was in no better shape at this time.

Its bright red fireball was completely eroded by the dark golden wall of righteous energy that Zeng Anmin had erected in front of the Empress!

It exudes a majestic and awe-inspiring righteousness.

In its eyes, it was no less cruel than the most horrific torture in the world.

It's like an ordinary person seeing the eighteenth level of hell.

Its eyes were so blinded by the dark golden light that it couldn't open them.

"A mad Confucian scholar?!"

Bi Fang even let out a loud cry.

"Extreme Confucianism" is a term used by ordinary practitioners.

Sages and Confucian scholars are respectful titles used by both ordinary people and officials.

As for the demon race, they simply called them madmen.

The path of cultivation is meant to gradually step into the extraordinary realm and break free from the shackles of mortals.

These mad Confucian cultivators went against the grain, disregarding their own safety, forcibly reversing the laws of heaven and earth, all in order to better control their demon race...

"Da da da."

Soft footsteps sounded.

"Bifang, right?"

"A third-grade demon?"

"Pretty awesome?"

Zeng Anmin's attitude was exactly like that of a thug.

He simply tilted his chin up, squinted, and looked at Bifang in front of him with a nonchalant air.

Bi Fang stared intently at Zeng Anmin.

It couldn't utter a single word.

"Come on, let me see just how amazing you really are."

As Zeng Anmin spoke, a sharp glint appeared in his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes!
"Boom!!!"

A brilliant dark golden light shone forth!

A Confucian and Taoist dharma image, over ten zhang tall, suddenly appeared out of nowhere!

The Confucian and Taoist images were entirely golden.

Around the image of the Buddha, six dark gold Confucian artifacts lingered.

At the moment the Dharma image appears.

Bi Fang's legs went weak.

It stared blankly up at the enormous statue of Buddha…

"A...a great Confucian scholar?!"

"Brother Quan Fu, you actually... broke through to the Great Confucian Realm!!"

Bai Ziqing felt his tongue swirling around in his mouth.

He stared blankly at Zeng Anmin's back.

(End of this chapter)