"Running away is good too, at least I survived, heh heh."
In the final moment, Zixia prepared to accept Death's judgment, the arrival of death. Lifting her head, she looked at the mighty sword chopping down toward her face, resigned to her fate.
"Do not harm my wife!"
At the critical juncture, the moment between life and death, Zixia heard the weird yell of Li Ping'an, who had inexplicably disappeared. By the time she blinked again, to her surprise, she found Li Ping'an. However, Li Ping'an appeared behind Muqiang Baoshan and the materialized demonic Qi.
"Hmm?"
After Li Ping'an's weird yell, the mighty sword and the materialized demonic Qi vanished suddenly, without a trace. Muqiang Baoshan fell from his horse, which turned into a pile of white bones. Such a drastic change left Zixia utterly bewildered.
"Ping'an, what exactly is going on?"
At this moment, the Li Ping'an in Zixia's eyes held an iron rod, looking immensely imposing and exceptionally handsome.
