I bit the tip of my tongue, releasing the Breaking Evil Force within my blood that allowed me to withstand Xuanjing's Charm Technique effectively, preventing me from being bewitched into jumping into the coffin.
"Wanwan, be careful," Bai Zanhe grabbed my hand and pulled me a little away from danger.
However, Xuanjing's grip on my hair was tight as death.
I cursed my bad luck in my heart, wishing I had brought scissors with me; I was about to have my scalp torn off by this thing.
Just as I was preparing myself for a desperate fight, a white figure swooped down from the sky at an astonishing speed. He was truly magnificent, a Heavenly Being in appearance.
His face was enchantingly devilish, nearly demonic, and he was dressed in the wide-sleeved, ancient attire of the Wei-Jin period.
It made him seem as graceful as a startled swan or a leisurely dragon.
With the silver light suddenly shining from the long sword in his hand, I thought he was going to slice off my hair.
