"Shut up!"
Murong Xuan's eyes were bloodshot, his temples throbbing as he roared with his neck bulging, "She's mine! You're not allowed to touch her!"
"If that's the case, then let's settle this once and for all!" Zhang Tianyi tightened his grip on the Tang Saber, Azure Scale, and shot toward Murong Xuan like an arrow released from a bow.
Murong Xuan quickly drew Guandi Wusheng. His brush, brimming with Mystic Qi, touched the eyes in the portrait, opening them.
The Wusheng statue immediately gained substance. The figure in the painting leaped onto the ground, stroked his long beard, raised the Yanyue Saber, and slashed straight toward Zhang Tianyi.
Seeing this, Marshall threw her head back and laughed. "Fight! Only the victor can have me."
Just as the two men were about to duel, Marshall suddenly saw a phantom rise from the ground.
The illusory shadow twisted and shifted.
In the blink of an eye, a house appeared before Marshall's eyes.
It was a strange house. A large red lantern hung on either side of its main gate, and a pair of Spring Festival couplets was pasted on the walls.
Yet beneath the house were rows of human legs, making the sight extraordinarily eerie.
Through the windows, Marshall saw that the two men, who had been on the verge of fighting, had now stopped with blank expressions, no longer continuing their duel.
Marshall let out a puzzled sound. Behind her, the Goddess Phantom plucked the zither again, sending out Zither Music, but it could not affect Zhang Tianyi and Murong Xuan inside the strange house.
"What is this?"
"It can actually block outside influence."
"It's almost as if the inside of the house belongs to another dimensional space."
Marshall frowned. Since becoming the agent of Venus, the Goddess of Love,