The moonlight cast a luminous glow on the silver hairpin as it sliced through the air, targeting Second Lord. As it flew, the hairpin seemed to catch the moon's radiance, gleaming brightly. The crimson stains on its slender body quickly vanished, absorbed into the metal until not a single trace of blood remained. It became impeccably clean, as if there had never been any blood on it in the first place.
Second Lord paid little heed to the seemingly ordinary hairpin hurtling towards him from Zhao Ling. With a casual wave of his hand, he summoned his internal energy, using it to effortlessly divert the trajectory of the hairpin. Having neutralized the threat, he refocused his attention on launching an assault against Yan Xing and Zhao Ling.
Yan Xing found himself in a fierce struggle against the relentless grip of the netherworld chains. Amidst the chaos, he valiantly shielded Zhao Ling, his efforts aimed at keeping her safe.
