Meanwhile.
Under everyone's gaze, Li Shengzhe, holding the Emperor's Sword, stood like a sovereign, divine and supremely majestic.
"Kill!"
With a low shout from Li Shengzhe, just one word.
Crisp, decisive!
But the killing intent was like a cold knife, overwhelmingly attacking Lin Fan!
"No, I won't allow you to kill Lin Fan!"
Nangong Li screamed, disregarding her image, and rushed down from the high platform, opening her arms wide to shield Lin Fan.
Her delicate body trembled fiercely under the oppressive aura of Li Shengzhe holding the Emperor's Sword.
Yet.
Even so, she showed no sign of backing down, vehemently protecting Lin Fan!
"What are you doing, Li'er, come back!" Nangong Zheng yelled his lungs out, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Xiahou Qiongyin, standing next to him, also had her ten fingers tightly intertwined, yet she said nothing, biting her lip in silence.
