Seeing Feng Zhi's unrepentant and arrogant attitude.
The purple-clothed man holding a longsword frowned and spoke.
"So arrogant, truly disgracing your Xuanbing Sect."
Feng Zhi crossed her arms, unyielding.
"Falsely accusing good people, your Feiyan Sect is no good anyway."
With those words.
She truly provoked the anger of this group of purple-clothed people.
"You!!"
"Dare insult the sect, today we're definitely cutting out your tongue!"
Feng Zhi sneered.
"Then try it."
With those words.
The battle commenced.
Five against one.
Feng Zhi's skills weren't bad.
Unfortunately, facing five opponents, two fists were no match for four hands.
Ultimately, she was defeated.
The purple-clothed man struck Feng Zhi's shoulder with a palm.
Feng Zhi's complexion turned pale, clutching her shoulder as she staggered back three steps.
The purple-clothed man advanced again, holding his longsword, thrusting directly at Feng Zhi.
Ding!
Suddenly, an ice spike flashed out from nowhere.
