Ming Shu had been guarding against him so when Zhao Desheng took the thing out, she quickly blocked it.
The thing knocked into her wrist. Ming Shu felt a shudder run through her body. She looked curiously at the thing that had dropped to the floor.
It was a piece of ancient jade. It was carved with the same symbol on the coffin. This was an object from Xi Chu.
Zhao Desheng looked at Ming Shu, who was staring at the ancient jade. She was perfectly fine. His expression turned ugly. How can it be…
Even if it was not supposed to be directed against her, she shouldn't be safe and sound now.
Kacha!
"Ahhhhh—!"
Zhao Desheng's wrist was broken by Ling Yan. There was a murderous aura in his eyes. He raised his leg and kicked Zhao Desheng.
Zhao Desheng fell to the ground. He grimaced in pain and took out symbol papers from his clothes. He released them and a gold light appeared, forming a shield in front of him.
