The two's power surged from the two swords, sending all the people around them flying several meters away.
"Tianya!"
Nan Fang looked at Tianya, smirking.
"There's no use to be angry because she is already dead, and no one can save her anymore. Hahaha!"
He deliberately provoked Tianya with these words. The cold smile bloomed across his face.
***
Nan Luo stood behind Hui Yan. She pursed her lips, and her gaze was filled with regret.
She was a little sad, but not because of Feng Ruqing's death. She thought that when Feng Ruqing died, she would no longer have a love rival.
But...
Nan Xian had also gone in with her.
If Feng Ruqing lost her life, perhaps Nan Xan, too, would be killed by these people.
"Father..."
Nan Luo tugged at Hui Yan's sleeve, her eyes filled with wariness.
