Bi Yu scoffed, her expression hardening. She hated Qie Xieling before for what he had done but now she hated him even more because he had dared to sully Luo Muchen.
Without warning, Bi Yu lunged forward, her sword gleaming in the moonlight. Before long they found themselves locked in a fierce battle. The air crackled with energy as plasma shots were exchanged, creating dazzling streaks of light amidst the chaos. In the opulent halls of the palace, the plasma guns gleamed in the dimly lit room.
The echoes of their weapons reverberated through the palace corridors. Each shot was met with a counterattack as if their very lives depended on it. The power of their weapons was matched only by their unwavering resolve.
