Leng Qingao held her snow-white, slender neck high, like an Immortal Crane standing proudly on an icy lake.
Her eyes were a light pink, glancing at the crowd, resembling a pink rose swaying in the wind, carrying a certain coldness and allure.
However, the three from Fan City did not see it that way.
No matter how beautiful Leng Qingao's appearance was, she was still an Immortal Crane that could peck, a rose with thorns.
Moreover, her strength was on par with the top fifty powerhouses under the Mountain Ancestor of Fan City.
Leng Qingao stared at the three from Fan City, her pink eyes slightly raised, as if with some disdain.
"If you target Ning Qi, you are targeting me!"
The faces of the three from Fan City turned icy cold under Leng Qingao's aggressive stance.
They had fought their way to their current positions and wouldn't retreat because of Leng Qingao's words.
