His gaze shifted, and Li Changzhou was already in a flying pounce, seizing her hastily thrust right hand and placing her Female Emerald Bee Sword against her neck.
A faint fragrance filled the air as beads of sweat slid down her snow-white cheeks.
"Your sweaty face is mightier than your sword," Li Changzhou said with a laugh as he stepped back, dodging her attack.
"But you—my lord," her voice was ethereal as the sounds of heaven, though laden with a murderous intent, "are my glory, are the shield around me, lift up my head."
Clad in golden armor and a red cape billowing, Yang Qinglan was like a Valkyrie in armor.
"Holy Light Shield."
This wasn't over yet.
"The Lord says, ask of me, and I will make the nations your inheritance, the ends of the earth your possession."
"Holy Domain" unfolded.
"Come on, not that!" Li Changzhou quickly went to pick up his own sword.
