Xue Yiren ranked eleventh on the Honor Roll, possessing formidable strength, far surpassing Mu Ling and Mu Feng.
At this moment, both Mu Ling and Mu Feng were feeling guilty and dared not face Xue Yiren's sharp edge, retreating step by step.
"Atone for my master's death!"
The irrational Xue Yiren showed no mercy, her delicate fingers transformed into the strongest sword, carrying an overwhelming sword pressure as she charged at the two.
However, just as Xue Yiren was about to take their lives, she saw Xiao Chen casually unleash a sword strike—it was diminutive yet majestic, blocking Xue Yiren's sword pressure.
Hiss!
Xiao Chen's small sword strike completely engulfed Xue Yiren's massive sword pressure, dissipating the surrounding tension into nothingness.
Xue Yiren only felt her move miss, first blank, then she stared at Xiao Chen with some anger. "Why did you stop me?"
"Because they are my people, and you cannot harm them," Xiao Chen said indifferently.
