Swish!
As these words were uttered, everyone's eyes turned to Hua Lianyue, trembling as they observed her frail figure, her face as white as paper, yet wearing a fearless smile.
Even Ye Qinghong, who had always been expressionless and was said by the tower spirit to have lost his memory, gripped the Qingying Sword in his hand tightly.
His eyes, cold as a frigid pool, seemed to tremble.
Fang Yang looked deeply at his fourth disciple and spoke indifferently.
"This master doesn't need his disciples to pave the way with their lives. This minor Stygian River, I can cross it with a mere lift of my hand."
Hua Lianyue continued to smile, firmly believing that her master was lying.
This was the Stygian River, that since recorded memory, no one had ever crossed. If her master truly had a way, they would not be confined within this cyan light shield.
