Xuan Ke's usually impassive heart was seized with panic when he saw his junior sister covered in blood.
He feared that he had arrived a moment too late.
Fortunately, as he embraced the person in his arms, the situation didn't seem too dire.
He turned around, his indifferent eyes scanning the crowd of onlookers, dumbfounded.
"The...the Sword Saint!" someone couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.
Who else could annihilate a Sword Sovereign without even drawing a sword, if not the Sword Saint?
Xuan Ke didn't pay any attention to these people and left with Gu Shengyin in his arms.
The crowd sighed in relief, especially those who had participated in attacking Gu Shengyin, feeling fortunate to have escaped with their lives.
But the next moment, a sword light capable of obscuring the skies descended!
Xuan Ke's voice echoed in everyone's minds: "Those who hurt my junior sister will pay with their blood!"
