"What do you want to tell Murong Yu?"
Under the shroud of night, a deep, cold voice drifted slowly.
Listening to it felt as distant as the edge of the sky.
Yet as soon as the last word fell, it sounded as though it were right at one's ear.
Wen Ni's heart churned violently and she spouted two mouthfuls of fresh blood.
Long Xinghe immediately employed his skills to protect her heart arteries, but his power was insignificant compared to his opponent's. Merely a single sentence had almost forced her to vomit blood.
Wen Ni pulled Long Xinghe behind her: "Their Master… the Master…"
Wen Ni couldn't finish her sentence; she had already been overpowered by the Master's force to the point of nearly passing out.
It's her!
It truly was her!
"Feng… Xi… Hua..."
Hua Rong's face darkened as she suddenly bellowed.
"Who allowed you to utter that name?"
With a whoosh, the palm strike was nothing Long Xinghe could withstand.
