On the other side of the battle circle, Mu Xiaoci's handsome face showed a painful expression, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, "Little Ling, you know I won't attack you!"
"Enough nonsense! Will you fight or not?" Nalan Xueling looked at him coldly.
"I would rather die than attack you. If you have any anger, just vent it all on me." Mu Xiaoci's eyes were fixed on her.
"Hmph!" Nalan Xueling snorted softly, swept past him, and charged into the crowd.
Mu Xiaoci followed her, continually clearing obstacles for her, sending the attacking disciples of the Mu family flying. As the young master of the Mu family, he couldn't harm his own clan, so he could only knock them away.
"Little Ling, don't be mad at me, okay?" Mu Xiaoci tightly followed alongside Nalan Xueling...
The scene was chaotic, various True Essence Powers collided and detonated in the air like brilliant fireworks, illuminating the ink-like sky brightly as if it were daytime.
