Mu Qian flipped the badge to take a look, then put it away. The sharp dagger left Ye Huashuo's neck and pointed skyward, his aura fierce, "All disciples of the God Slaying Sect, retreat."
The disciples heard Mu Qian's order and although filled with doubt, chose to obey immediately, retreating swiftly.
At the same time, Ye Huashuo's command was issued, both sides agreed to ceasefire. Both parties had injuries, but not serious.
"Still not letting go?"
Mu Qian's voice made the extremely embarrassed Du Jieyu breathe a sigh of relief.
Wen Jiaren held onto Du Jieyu's collar and laughed coldly at her, "A woman like you can never hope for Long Teng to give you a second glance. Your beauty is skin deep."
After speaking, regardless of Du Jieyu's dark expression, she let go of her collar, then added another cut, "No brains."
Du Jieyu's eyes turned blood-red with anger, gritting her teeth, "Wen, Jia, Ren."
