"Huh! Isn't that the Holy Daughter of your palace? Has she also entered?"
It must be said that Leng Jun was a very cunning fellow. He successfully diverted Han Yi's attention, and while seizing that moment, he executed his sword skills to break through Han Yi's defense, and even knocked her sword away.
Realizing she had been tricked, Han Yi was furiously enraged, "Despicable scoundrel, you won't die a good death."
"Miss Han Yi, this is no longer a matter for you to worry about. Who could have imagined that I, Leng Jun, in my lifetime, would actually capture Han Yi of the Qianyu Palace? This is even more honorable than being close to the Holy Daughter."
Overjoyed, Leng Jun was about to restrain the injured Han Yi when suddenly, a streak of sword light flashed by, and then an entire palm fell to the ground.
"Ah! Who is it, come out here now." Leng Jun quickly sealed his wound, retrieved his severed palm from the ground, and glared angrily at the crowd below.
