Miao Yifeng's heart suddenly turned cold.
He knew that the young man's Kung Fu in front of him was definitely not inferior to his own.
With a broken arm and internal injuries, he truly had no strength left to fight against this rising first-rank expert.
The Sword Emperor made a swift decision and turned to flee.
At this point, any talk of martial arts dignity was nonsense.
The Sword Emperor had already realized that he was trapped by the opponent's encirclement.
Sure enough, the Sword Emperor had not run two kilometers when he saw a woman.
The woman was dressed in a long purple dress, her face fresh and elegant, exuding an aura of unapproachable majesty.
This woman was like a rising sun.
Even on this serene moonlit night, her entire being seemed to be burning with flames.
The Sword Emperor was terrified.
This woman was none other than An Zichen of the Dragon King Hall, who had stood firm and unyielding in the struggle against the Heavenly Demon Alliance for years.
