The pressure on Zhang Ling'Er instantly doubled. Her once elegant and fluid Sword Techniques fell into disarray, forcing her into a panicked, stumbling retreat.
Watching this, Zhao Qingyan and the others couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
'This young miss of the Zhang Family truly is a delicate flower from a greenhouse, utterly unaware of the dangers of the martial world.'
'To get distracted by something else in the middle of a heated battle?!'
'She's simply courting death!'
Chu Fan tightened his grip on his Black Abyss Soward, preparing to strike again.
But just then, a figure suddenly flashed before his eyes.
An incomparably tyrannical aura washed over him, carrying a biting sense of pressure.
The tall, taciturn woman who was always behind Zhang Ling'Er had, at some point, flashed in front of him, standing like an insurmountable mountain.
Chu Fan's pupils constricted slightly.
