"Buzz..." The Cold Sky Sword slashed out, emitting a sword cry like a dragon's roar.
To be honest, if it were Mu Hanyan's past personality, she wouldn't bother to save him. After all, he's neither family nor friend, and she has no fondness for this arrogant and self-important dandy young prince. Why waste energy? But the words of the Old City Lord deeply touched Mu Hanyan, and thinking of the peace between Anyun and Shangyue, thinking of the expectations of Gong Hongru and Nangong Jingyuan, and thinking again of Zhu Xiuqing's identity, she couldn't just watch him die.
Snow Han's Sword Light swept across the sky, heavily landing on the Fierce Stone Demon.
Yet, a flash of blue light appeared, and the thick armor of the Fierce Stone Demon became like stone, its body suddenly halting, although it was forced back several steps by that one sword, there wasn't a single trace of injury on its body.
