The Xuántiān Sword Intent immobilized him.
Seeing Li Fan did not answer, the Daoist from Emei paid no further attention to him and strode towards the unconscious Yue Lanzai.
Then a streak of sword light fell, and in an instant, the bloodied and ragged Li Wugou, who bore a sword, blocked between the Daoist and Yue Lanzai, wiped the blood from his face, and bolstered by drunken courage, said,
"Hold! I am the Commandant of the Shuofang army! This hero has assisted us in defending the city! Why does the Daoist inflict harm?"
The Emei Daoist glanced at the flying sword in Li Wugou's hand,
"Where did you steal that from."
"Your mother didn't steal your fucking big-headed ghost! Yah—!"
Drunk, Li Wugou was instantly enraged by the remark and swung her sword at the Daoist's head!
