The Dao Patriarch of Thunder, Supreme Sacred Land

Ao Jiu was indeed bold enough to take risk for sex. He even dared to hit on the woman of a Saint, which could no longer be described as bold. 

That seductive woman too, wouldn't even care about anything else when she had the desire.

They didn't think about how terrible a Saint's anger would be. Moreover, there wasn't only a Saint but three.

"Fellow Daoist, are you going to intervene?" Lan Da looked at Jiang Ming. His pupils had been constricted to the size of a needle tip, particularly when he saw his Saint Weapon stayed quietly in Jiang Ming's hand. He felt a chill down his spine. 

In fact, he had tried to evoke his awl furtively for a few times, but he failed to regain his control over his Saint Weapon at all. Hence, he knew Jiang Ming, who had just appeared, was definitely horrifying.

"He's under my protection." Jiang Ming pointed at Ao Jiu. "What about you give her to him and forget about the enmity between the two of you?"