"What?!"
The disciples of the aristocratic family were shocked. These two women were genuine high-grade Pseudo-Divine Weapon Masters, but they were still killed in one move. Han Nianxuan's strength was probably close to Han Zhao's back then.
"Hmph! You overestimate yourself!" Han Yan snorted coldly when he saw the two women being killed.
However, the two balls of blood mist in the restriction transformed into a blood-colored saber beam. The smell of blood soared into the sky and was nauseating.
"Swoosh!"
The blood saber flashed through the restriction and appeared in front of Han Nianxuan in an instant.
"Oh no!" Han Nianxuan felt a chill in her heart and slashed with her sword.
With a crack, the high-grade Spirit Artifact sword in her hand suddenly broke. The blood saber did not lose its momentum and struck the top of her head.
"Heavenly Demon Dazzling Light!"
Swoosh!
