The three reached the top of the cliff and saw the unconscious Zhi Ning and Turing Duo, and the cold Yan Nai'er.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh..." Instantly, all three unsheathed their sharp swords.
"The eunuch is injured, and you three are no match for me," said Yan Nai'er coldly. "But I don't have the patience. Lay down your weapons and kneel to surrender."
After speaking, she placed the Dragon Gold Sword across Zhi Ning's neck, where a gentle cut would mean Zhi Ning's demise.
Li Zhu immediately threw away his precious sword and then knelt motionless on the ground. To him, his mistress Zhi Ning meant everything, and he would not risk even the slightest.
Gui Qinqu and Nurdan exchanged glances. The delicate-looking girl was probably Yan Nai'er, famed for her high level of martial arts.
But after all, she was a woman; how high could her martial arts really be?
