With a clang, the ancient sword Ruoshui let out a mournful cry before being thrown far away.
The four of them staggered backward several steps, looking at the ethereally cold woman who resembled a Heavenly Immortal and coldly sneered, "Fairy Liu, no offense intended."
Liu Ruoxue's complexion was pale, and a trickle of blood leaked from the corner of her mouth.
If it hadn't been for a plot against her, causing her to be injured by the palace's Formation, would she be in this condition?
These petty individuals... would never dare to speak so boldly in front of her.
However, under the current circumstances, no matter what... she could not let the other party succeed.
Liu Ruoxue extended her hand, slowly removing the golden jade pendent from her head.
At that moment, ripples finally appeared in her calm and cold gaze, and her expression grew complex.
There was regret, melancholy, reluctance, and defiance...
Farewell, Xu Yuan.
Liu Ruoxue silently said in her heart.
