"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Three deafening cries of 'kill' echoed throughout Willow Manor. Within the battle array formed by over forty people, an overwhelming and terrifying wave burst out, like the collapse of heaven and earth, making hearts tremble!
The injured Jiang Yunxuan and the others gripped their weapons, staring at everything in front of them, unsure of what to do, placing all their hopes on Liu Zixuan.
But Ya Fei frowned, "If it doesn't work, just run. There's no shame in that!"
Liu Zixuan's lips moved slightly, "In my dictionary, there's never been the word 'run'!"
"But..."
Just as Ya Fei was about to say something, she saw Liu Zixuan tiptoe and leap into the air, a flash of golden light appeared in his hand, and the Nameless Sword suddenly emerged!
The sword's edge pointed down, gripping the hilt tightly, he suddenly plunged towards the ground from mid-air.
Swish!
