A shadow arrived in an instant, and as it landed, a fierce gust of power blew up a layer of dust, forcing the Mu Family's servants to retreat.
One among them extended his hand after landing, his five fingers turned into claws, sharply reaching towards Mu Qingge. It seemed he wanted to snatch Yan Qichuan back with lightning speed.
Xuan Kui's eagle-like eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he raised Yan Qichuan's long weapon to stab towards that hand.
"Get lost!" However, before he got close, a powerful spiritual force slammed down on him, sending Xuan Kui flying along with the weapon, crashing heavily on the distant ground.
As swift as the wind, that hand, unstoppable as a bamboo, was already in front of Mu Qingge.
But Mu Qingge was unhurried, switching the direction of the captured Yan Qichuan in her hand to point at the opponent, while pressing the dagger in her hand against his neck vein.
The man was startled, the cold glint of the dagger flashed before his eyes.
