"Are you going to hand it over or not?" Qu Shanhai was losing his patience, a malicious glint flashing in his eyes.
Silence was the only response.
"Fine, fine, fine! Then go to die!" Qu Shanhai was unwilling to delay any longer, thrusting his sword.
Mu Hanyan's longsword was struck away, and Qu Shanhai's gleaming sword blade mercilessly stabbed towards her Heart Meridian.
Mu Hanyan's gaze darkened—now was the moment!
To live or to die would be decided in this instant.
However, just at this moment, the sound of the wind changed suddenly! A daunting pressure unexpectedly arrived.
Someone was coming!
"Court death!" A roar of fury erupted right above Qu Shanhai's head.
That voice!
Mu Hanyan's pupils sharply constricted.
The voice was so familiar, so profound.
Ye Lanfeng...
It was him.
His sword light pierced the sky, his aura shook the Eight Desolates.
