Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3163: Too Many People to Support

A desire to ascend and confront the disciples of the Saintess Sect stirred within him. Witnessing so many individuals being deceived and captured truly grated on his nerves.

Yet, with someone else already stepping forward, there was no need for him to expend further effort. He could simply observe the evildoers receive their comeuppance, a prospect that brought considerable satisfaction.

"Big brother, second brother, these people from the Saintess Sect are not to be trifled with. Who knows what other hidden tricks they possess? Brother, you can put Nuonuo down, and I'll keep a close watch on him to ensure he doesn't foolishly rush forward."

He harbored no small amount of unease regarding the Saintess Sect's members; one could never be sure what escape methods they might employ.

Consequently, the cultivation levels of big brother and second brother were not merely for appearances. Should there be any slip-up on Min Yi's part, only big brother and second brother would possess the capability to decisively finish the fight.

"Big brother, please set me down. I will not go over there."

Little Nuonuo immediately calmed down upon hearing fifth brother's words. He understood that his earlier commotion could not be allowed to facilitate the escape of those individuals.

Otherwise, he would face severe consequences; he might even lose sleep over it.

Qian Yizheng glanced at An Yilu, then at the small child nestled in his arms. He carefully observed the baby, ensuring no mischievous plots were brewing in the little one's eyes, before gently lowering him to the ground.

Simultaneously, Qian Yizheng assumed a stance ready for battle.

Fifth Brother's caution was not misplaced; the Sect Master of the Saintess Sect was indeed an individual of extraordinary caliber. If others managed to slip away, that might be bearable, but if the Sect Master herself escaped, how many more lives and children would suffer under her influence?

Over yonder, the Sect Master of the Saintess Sect was engaged in a fierce clash with Min Yi's forces, her teeth grinding in silent fury.

She could feel her Original Soul energy steadily depleting, realizing she could not sustain this confrontation against these lower-level cultivators for much longer.

It was utterly galling that she, the dignified Sect Master of the Saintess Sect, was rendered so helplessly by these individuals.

As the battle raged, her mind raced, contemplating which two individuals she ought to take with her upon departure. Yes, she possessed a talisman capable of instant teleportation.

Regrettably, its capacity was limited to herself and two others; any greater number would exceed its power.

Had its range been more extensive, she would have employed it much earlier, sparing herself the indignity of dealing with these vexing opponents! Truly infuriating.

Her sharp gaze swept across the disciples who were fiercely fighting back, noting the unmistakable slowing of their palm strikes compared to before. If she had indeed been poisoned, securing a poison disciple was paramount, and it had to be the most skilled one available.

As for the remaining disciples...

It wasn't that she harbored any reluctance to take another poison disciple; rather, the vital supplies were all being carried by the ordinary disciples.

At this juncture, their status as direct disciples or otherwise held no significance. Her foremost priority was the disciple carrying the largest amount of supplies, coincidentally positioned near the most potent poison disciple.

Her gaze intensified; drawing upon her remaining strength, she unleashed a devastating One Palm Strike, sending Min Yi, who had been parrying her sword, hurtling backward. She then swiftly moved towards the two disciples.

Min Yi's subordinates attempted to block her advance, but she executed a nimble roll across the desert sands, evading them and arriving beside the female disciple she was determined to abduct, extending her hand to grasp the girl's shoulder.

With a swift pull, she drew the female disciple towards her and then pivoted, darting towards the other chosen disciple.

"Whoa! Is she really a Sect Master?"

The little baby's eyes widened in astonishment at the desert rolling maneuver the Saintess Sect Master had just performed.

Whatever happened to her dignity as a Sect Master, her inherent poise? Had it been buried beneath the sand? Or had she consumed it whole? She had utterly disregarded her reputation!