"It's just a small town, after all."
Ye Tianling murmured.
Then, his gaze hardened, and he prepared to strike.
Just then, he suddenly looked up, a strange look appearing in his eyes.
"SWISH—"
From the distance, an incredibly sharp sword light shot over, striking out in a single slash.
Tu Xiaotian immediately summoned his Battle Axe and swung it down viciously.
"VWOOM—"
A powerful burst of Soul Qi erupted in the air. The light scattered, kicking up a tyrannical gust of wind that rushed toward them.
Ye Tianling gently blew out a breath, dissipating the gust.
At that moment, a woman in a green gauze dress, whose face was ninety percent similar to Xia Xinran's, arrived, standing atop a qingyu-colored Flying Sword.
At the same time, she stretched out her hand, and the sharp sword light struck out once more.
"THWIP THWIP—"
In an instant, Tu Xiaotian was struck by two sword attacks. He was directly wounded and sent flying backward from the impact.
But he wasn't dead.
