At this moment, path after path of sword light slashed down from the sky.
Earlier, the disciples of Mount Li noticed something was amiss and collectively pursued Huang Fangyong with their swords.
Accompanying them was Huang Feihu, who had just found a matchmaker and planned to propose at Mount Li.
This matchmaker, with hair like snow, rode a creature resembling nothing on earth, exuding the aura of an accomplished Daoist.
After they descended together, they stared incredulously at Huang Fangyong, whose primordial spirit was dispersed.
"Ancestor, save me!"
Huang Fangyong's consciousness cried out its final plea just before fading.
"Do you dare to kill the Huang Family's youngster?"
Huang Feihu glared at the Little Kirin and his group, almost bursting with rage.
The Little Kirin replied calmly, "Can the Huang Family's youngster abduct another's fiancée? Such a rebellious deed; death is not unwarranted."
