"I'm here, Miss, you can just proceed with the rescue. Regardless of what happens, Linghuan will shoulder it!"
However, her flying sword had just been unsheathed when it was swept away by a Sword Qi from Su Zhaojun.
"Fool!" sneered Xi Ying, "It's clear to me that today, if the imperial decree and the Dragon Qi suffer any damage, your Ji family, the Su family, and all the relatives within the three ceremonial dresses will die without a burial place!"
At this moment, three people on the scene felt something and looked towards the direction of Zhenjiang.
Su Zhaojun concentrated the Power of Thunder on her brows, forming a pair of Thunder Eyes, and looked thirty miles away.
She saw the figure of Li Yan falling from the sky, his body on fire and being smashed onto a small hill by the shore.
This made her eyes turn blood-red. She had lost all reason, and any restraint: "What does it matter if there is no burial place? I will kill whoever stops me today!"
