A powerful burst of astral power tore through the air and instantly shattered the beast-drawn carriage into pieces.
However, Fei ran sat in the carriage, completely unharmed.
The fragments of the beast-drawn carriage were all floating three feet away from him, and not a single one of them had landed on his body.
He slowly raised his head and looked at Xia qingchen with a deep gaze. one thousand four hundred feet in one step and a cultivation base of three to four senses in a major astral position. Let me guess. Are you that young master Xin? "
Xia qingchen's two fingers formed a sword and pointed at Fei ran as he coldly shouted, ""Where's the purple-eyed witch? Is it life or death?"
He didn't want to kill Fei ran because the Fei clan had exterminated the Dark Moon clan for generations. Xia qingchen approved of this and even admired it.
However, the purple-eyed witch was different.
She could not die.
