A metallic clang echoed through the Medicine King House.
The disciples of the martial arts school, who had already closed their eyes to await death,
suddenly opened their eyes and watched as Xiaoquan Jianlang was sent flying.
Holding his long blade, he spun around on the ground like a top for several turns
before he finally came to a stop.
The hands holding the blade were painfully numb.
He looked in astonishment at the slender figure standing before him.
The woman, wearing a plain dress and covered by a black veil,
held the Qingfeng Sword firmly, standing as immovable as a mountain.
Although her tall figure was enveloped,
it was still exquisitely shaped.
Especially the clean and brisk manner in which she held her sword,
radiated a vibrant and spirited air.
"Thank you, Miss Shangguan, for lending a hand!"
Luo Jiuying recognized her at a glance.
This was none other than Shangguan Min Yue of the Shangguan Family.
Young as she was, she was highly skilled.
