Hua jingxun wrapped the baby in front of her and held the soft sword in her hand.
Hua wanrou's back was facing her daughter, Hua jingxun, and the two of them were standing at the edge of the cliff.
The little fox was standing by their feet. It was also covered in blood. Although it was injured, it still tried its best to protect Hua jingxun and the others.
Even though it was constantly bleeding, it was panting.
It was still staring at the assassins in front of it.
Its gaze seemed to be telling everyone that whoever killed Hua jingxun and the others would be the first to be killed.
A few people had also died at the little fox's feet.
The assassins looked at the two women and the Fox, and they were all quite afraid.
They had never seen such a powerful combat force.
This made the pursuers believe that the xuanling tower was in Hua jingxun's hands.
Hua jingxun's gaze was sharp. Even if she was injured, she would not fall. She stood straight.
