Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Yuchi Ya immediately turned around.
Then faced Ye Qing Luo’s demonically bright, stirring eyes.
That face which can cause the collapse of a nation exposed a cold smiling expression which seemed to be ridiculing his cowardice and inpetence.
After that, he then saw Ye Qing Luo advance while sticking up her middle finger at him.
Even if Yuchi Ya didn’t know the meaning of that gesture, from Ye Qing Luo’s expression, he could tell that she absolutely was looking down on him!
Quite obviously, Ye Qing Luo was indeed looking down on him.
This was provocation and contempt.
“Everybody get her!” Yuchi Ya couldn’t stand the provocation and immediately went into a towering rage as he aimed at Ye Qing Luo, manding the guards around him. “As long as you capture this little trash alive, this master will reward you handsomely!”
His underlings immediately charged towards Ye Qing Luo.
Yuchi Ya quickly retreated, vigilantly withdrawing until he arrived outside the battlefield.
In his mind, he recalled how Ye Qing Luo’s bloodthirsty smiling expression provoked him just now and his back couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.
Impossible!
There were twenty something guards who established a defensive perimeter in front of him. Even if Mu Zi Fei was present, the most he could do was block the mystic profound ninth grade middle aged man.
Once he tangled with the middle aged man, even if Mu Zi Fei wanted to free himself and go help Ye Qing Luo, most likely, he’d be powerless to do so.
Wanting to make a move on him under so many pairs of staring eyes?
Impossible!
Numerous guards surrounded Ye Qing Luo, nevertheless, in a blink, he actually already lost track of Ye Qing Luo’s traces.
“What the hell kind of demonic magic is that demoness using? Protect the Fourth Young Master! Protect Fourth Young Master!” That ninth level mystic profound grade guard who was always by Yuchi Ya’s side protecting him berated sternly.
His furrowed his forehead deeply and tightly as his gaze sharply surveyed the surrounding area.
Why…he couldn’t feel the slightest movement of profound qi on Ye Qing Luo’s body.
Yet her speed was surprisingly so fast that it caused him to have no way of catching on to her footsteps?
The guards again uniformly retraced their steps and surrounded Yuchi Ya.
Just at this moment, a powerful sword aura directly closed in on them.
A white figure jumped between the group of people as a longsword danced in a kind of fierce, imposing manner, causing the surrounding guards to evade pletely.
It’s Mu Zi Fei!
It’s unknown when he broke away from that middle aged man’s entanglement and charged into Yuchi Ya’s direction on this side.
The other level nine mystic profound grade guard immediately blocked him in front of Yuchi Ya in a head-on collision with Mu Zi Fei.
Yuchi Ya had just faintly retreated a small step, when suddenly, a folding fan appeared at his neck.
Ice-cold chilly air penetrated as the fearful feeling of his life slipping away emerged.
Yuchi Ya’s body instantly straightened tautly. How could he still dare to move half a step?
Ye Qing Luo’s sweet, bewitching voice sounded by his ear like an asura from hell, inparably cold. “Fourth Young Master Yuchi, do you want to pull back, or…die?”
It was clearly only a folding fan, but in Ye Qing Luo’s hand, Yuchi Ya seemed to feel as if that was the sharp edge of a knife sticking to his neck.
Chills went down his back as frightening chilliness bubbled up from the bottom of his heart.
She…how in the world did she avoid twenty something people’s defense. In a flash, she already reached him?
Her speed was actually so strangely astonishing!
“You…..you dare to kill me? This young master if the Yuchi…”
His words hadn’t sounded when that folding fan already pressed towards Yuchi Ya’s artery.
A trace of a stab of pain actually made Yuchi Ya suck in a mouthful of cold air.
“Stop! Everybody stop for me!” He repeatedly screamed.
The surrounding twenty something people all stopped any motion in their hands.
The ordinary guards were endlessly stunned.
And that ninth level mystic profound grade top defender’s plexion immediately ashened.
Especially the two ninth level mystic profound grade guards, their whole face already became as dark as a coal pot.
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