Feng Hao was fearless in the face of danger, wielding his Su Mu Dagger with deadly poise and looking down on the members of the Ghost Realm with contempt.
The disciples of the Ghost Realm were already incensed. They furiously surrounded Feng Hao to attack, and a chaotic brawl was about to erupt.
SWOOSH!
Just then, a streak of Sword Qi slashed down between the two sides. It left a shimmering afterimage, like the sweep of a windshield wiper, that blocked the Ghost Realm members' attacks before slowly dissipating.
Dugu Xiao then landed, cradling his sword. He swept his gaze over the Ghost Realm members, a faint, unreadable smile on his face. "Is there any need to continue this fight?" he asked.
"Dugu Xiao, what's the meaning of this?" a disciple from the Ghost Realm demanded furiously.
