"I..."
Zhou Zhiruo lay on the ground with blood seeping from the corners of her mouth, her heart filled with regret and melancholy. The difficulty of obeying her master's orders and the regret of attacking Zhang Wuji, along with Zhang Wuji's current coldness, hit her heart like wave after wave, leaving her with no face to stay.
"You little brat, sharp-tongued! Stubborn and unrepentant!"
At this moment, a cold snort suddenly came, and from the Tang Sect area, Old Lady Tang raised her palm, channeling her inner strength into her hand, and clapped lightly into the air.
Immediately, there was the sound of "boo, boo, boo" as three light sounds erupted.
In a cloud of misty smoke, three palm-shaped shadows rushed towards Zhang Wuji, the chilling air enveloping him instantly.
