He drew his sword, and blood spurted from Xue Fangyang's chest.
"Master!"
Ying Zi reacted immediately and rushed toward the staggering Xue Fangyang.
"Qian Jiyun, if you dare kill my master, the people from Camp Xue Yang won't let you off." He looked up at Qian Jiyun hatefully and gritted his teeth.
"You came here with a death wish. Whose fault is that?" Qian Jiyun sneered.
An Zhiyi was alright. If something happened to him, none of these people who barged into Camp Zhan Yun would be able to leave alive.
Sparing Xue Fangyang's life was already good enough.
"Catching someone off guard is a little despicable."
A voice came from midair, and two eyes larger than lanterns opened in front of everyone.
"The Auspicious Cloud… Auspicious Cloud Sea-Devouring Python! It's the Auspicious Cloud Sea-Devouring Python!" Some of the guardians from Camp Xue Yang stuttered in fear.
