"It's the White Frost Sword!"
Li Tianxing exclaimed, "Retreat!"
He shouted and swiftly vanished into the darkness.
Seeing this, the killers scattered in all directions.
Those who couldn't dodge in time were eliminated by the flying sword lights.
"Pfft—"
Shen Qinglan felt a sharp pain in her chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The warm energy coursing through her limbs rapidly withdrew, finally gathering back into her Dantian.
Shen Qinglan's body weakened, and she half-knelt on the ground!
"Qinglan!"
"Miss Shen!"
The voices of Duan Yunfei and Xuan Ming reached her.
Before she could respond, she was pulled into a warm embrace.
"I'm sorry! I'm late!"
Duan Yunfei held her tightly, his voice filled with fear and trembling.
"You came too fast!" Shen Qinglan gasped, fighting the pain, "If you'd been later, I might have been able to kill Li Tianxing!"
"At a time like this, you're still joking!" Duan Yunfei felt both pained and amused.
