Zi Yan appeared beside Mo Lin in an instant, her jade hand tightly supporting his swaying body.
At close range, she looked at his face, pale as paper from excessive exhaustion yet still carrying a hint of that roguish smile. The emotions in her majestic purple dragon eyes were as mixed as a toppled spice rack.
There was lingering fear over his reckless actions just now, shock that he could actually imitate the Dragon Slaying Sword Intent, but more than that, there was an indescribable sense of relief—as though any crisis, no matter how great, could be resolved so long as he was there—as well as a fluttering feeling quietly taking root that even she had not noticed.
"You... you madman..." Her voice carried an uncontrollable, almost imperceptible tremor, and the hand supporting him unconsciously tightened.
Mo Lin forced out a weary yet somewhat smug smile. With his gaze, he indicated the three Dragon Kings in the void, sealed by the "pseudo Dragon Slaying Sword Intent" and unable to move like insects trapped in amber. "Now they can't escape. How to deal with them is up to you."
His tone was relaxed, as though he had merely done something trivial.
However, before Mo Lin could finish speaking—
"Pfft—!"
A mouthful of crimson blood suddenly sprayed from Zi Yan's lips, splattering across the front of Mo Lin's clothes like red plum blossoms blooming upon snow, dazzling and glaring.
The Dragon Slaying Sword formed from liquid golden light in her hand flickered violently. Then, like a dying candle in the wind, it rapidly dimmed and wavered before vanishing completely with a soft pop.
Her tall, graceful body suddenly went limp, as though all her strength had been drained away in an instant. Zi Yan's vision went dark, and the hand that had