Sword Spirit Jian Lingyan fell silent as if cold cicadas.
Despite there being no change in Broken Sword, it still radiated a lackluster, wilted aura.
Demon Emperor scanned the crowd and then left with Xie Jiuniang.
Ziyang and Guangcheng felt powerless to stop him.
They were abruptly blocked by several powerful members of the Demon Tribe.
In the Demon Tribe's territory, it was easy for the Demon Emperor to call upon some strong warriors.
A woman giggled, "Ziyang, Guangcheng, my lord said he is fated with the young lady, so it must be so. Don't ruin my lord's good fortune."
"In the Central Region, no one dares harm a person under my lord's protection. You two can rest assured," another Demon Tribe powerhouse interjected, "If my lord wished harm upon the young lady, you wouldn't be able to stop him even if you tried."
Ziyang and Guangcheng exchanged a glance.
This was as far as things could go.
The child of the Chaoyan family could only hope for the best.
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