"Jiang Ziyu, if you dare lay a finger on our Holy Maiden, Ghost Young Master will never spare you!"
The middle-aged man who had previously urged You Fenghuang to escape cursed angrily. In the Netherworld Holy Sect, the Holy Maiden was supremely sacred and pure, how could they tolerate such verbal insolence?
The handsome man known as Jiang Ziyu, on hearing this, couldn't help but throw back his head and laugh triumphantly, "In this lawless land, talents are as common as grains of sand in the sea. Would Ghost Young Master have made a name for himself if not for the Black Flame Sect's support? Today, I shall take his fiancée and make him lose face completely!"
Hearing these words, the middle-aged man grew even angrier, and You Fenghuang's eyes filled with murderous intent.
She would rather die than fall into Jiang Ziyu's hands.
"You're looking for death! How dare you touch my woman!"
