"Whoosh!"
Longswords swirled like a storm within the great hall, and at a certain moment, Duanmu Ci waved his palm, and the numerous longswords blasted forth, headed straight for Phantom Spirit.
"Young Master, your servant here is so gentle, do you really intend to strike so harshly?"
As Phantom Spirit spoke, she locked eyes with Duanmu Ci, and within the twinkling of her gaze, a red gleam shot out.
Her seductive words pierced straight into Duanmu Ci's heart, causing his movements to hesitate for a moment, even the swords paused briefly.
However, Duanmu Ci quickly recovered.
"Art of Demon Charm!"
Duanmu Ci huffed coldly, stamped his foot on the ground, and his figure shot out in a flash, with nine longswords dancing around him. Under Duanmu Ci's mental command, they assaulted Phantom Spirit.
"Young Master, do you really have the heart to treat your servant like this..."
"Shut up!"
Phantom Spirit had intended to speak, but what kind of person was Duanmu Ci?
