"Zi Qianyan!" Grasping the sword, the man rushed up to the platform. With a
thrust of his leg, he kicked Lady Qing flying away; with a swung of his sword, he chopped off the heads of a few fierce women, then grabbed Zi Qianyan by the waist with one arm. He turned to look at Zi Qianyan, whose face was pale, and he cried out, "I've told you, I'll die together with you!"
Zi Qianyan's body swayed a little bit, then she suddenly laughed coldly and indifferently, "Li Yifeng, you are a fool! It is easy for you to die, but how about your clan?"
Bathed in blood, Li Yifeng was stupefied. He looked straight ahead with a blank expression, then like a lion that had just gone berserk he, shook his head crazily and yelled, "I don't care! If you are going to die, I'll die together with you! If they want to hurt you, they will have to step over my dead body!"
