A chilling killing intent formed an invisible net, closing in on Lin Qingfeng and Su Ling'er.
Su Ling'er braced herself for a bloody battle.
Even though her body was not her own to command, her "role" compelled her to shield the figure seated behind her.
'What is Senior Brother waiting for?'
'Is he looking for an opening? Or preparing a killing blow?'
'Whatever!'
Su Ling'er clenched her jaw, her fingertips trembling slightly.
'Even if I have to die here today, I will not let these filthy scum harm Senior Brother in the slightest!'
SHIIING—!
Dozens of sharp blades were drawn at once.
The threat of death was imminent.
However, just as the lead guard's blade was about to fall, Su Ling'er's pupils constricted.
The world stopped.
The steel blade hanging in mid-air, the flying droplets of spittle, the gaping mouths of the distant onlookers, and even the swirling motes of dust seemed to have been forcibly frozen in time by some supreme being.
