Bang!
Downstairs, the unsuspecting onlookers were petrified with fear.
What kind of predicament had they stumbled into?
With no rhyme or reason, he had come for a casual lunch, only to find himself caught in a chaotic showdown between two oblivious nobles.
In a frenzy, everyone evacuated the dining hall like a swarm of startled bees.
Was this some twisted joke?
His Highness's uncontrollable violet flames were on the verge of inducing sheer terror.
Wherever his fiery touch landed, it left only scorched earth and ashes. How could this be happening?
The only sensible course of action was to run, and run fast!
Qiao Mu swiftly descended from the second-floor window and beckoned to Mo Lian. "Lian!"
Mo Lian's Raven Moon sword danced amidst a blaze of spiritual fire, her strikes relentless and unyielding. Her attacks flowed seamlessly, leaving Ming Asi no room to strategize a counteroffensive.
