"Wha... Why? How..."
The incident happened in a flash. Liu Wuji could only barely turn his head to dodge, but the Sky-Breaking Saber still sliced open his throat. He clapped a hand to the wound, but couldn't stop the gushing blood. Gasping for breath, his pupils gradually dilated... and lost their light.
Zhao Zuo took a few steps forward to retrieve his Sky-Breaking Saber, his gaze growing complicated. It wasn't because of his enemy's death, but because of Chen Xiaorong, who had just appeared nearby.
She was dressed in a long, pale blue dress, her feet hovering a few inches off the ground. Her clothes were completely unstained by dirt, like a fairy descended to the mortal realm.
Zhao Zuo didn't know what to say. The less than five meters between them felt like an impassable mountain range. The vast gulf in their Cultivation and status made them complete unequals.
"I sensed his murderous intent toward you, so I followed. If you had been outmatched, I would have killed him."
