The next moment, the Thunder Dragon roared as it leaped from the blade, the sword, dragon, and man moving in unison, dancing together.
Thus, amidst the lightning, the flames were extinguished.
Xu Yuan emerged from the moonlit rainy shadows, his expressionless face thrusting his sword toward the young man seated on the soft couch, soon to be emperor.
Jing Jiu's expression remained unchanged, his fists slightly tightened with a slight sweat emerging in his palms.
"Prince, do not panic!"
But a shrill, sinister voice rang out, and a figure flew from the corner, gently striking at the Thunder Dragon Sword light with a palm as elusive as mist.
And on him, emitted the powerful aura only found in the Great Perfection of the Core Formation stage.
As the swords and palm met, the Thunder Dragon and the mist silently vanished altogether.
Meanwhile, Liu Ruoxue unsheathed her sword, blocking several dark figures as well.
