After finishing speaking to Ji Sīdān, Dèng Yìchén turned his head and prepared to circle around Liǔ Dàofēng and launch a surprise attack on Li Zhōujūn.
Seeing this, Liǔ Dàofēng chuckled. "If you two want to harm the Imperial Son even a hair, you'll have to step over my body first."
As Liǔ Dàofēng's voice fell, a giant sword swept forward. In an instant, a vast hurricane rolled out, blowing so fiercely that heaven and earth seemed to lose their color.
"Junior Sister, why haven't you made your move yet?!"
Blocked by Liǔ Dàofēng's sword, Dèng Yìchén looked furiously toward Ji Sīdān behind him.
Ji Sīdān said, "Senior Brother, you'd better keep Liǔ Dàofēng occupied. I'm no match for him."
How could she not know that if she kept Liǔ Dàofēng occupied while her senior brother killed this Imperial Son surnamed Li, he would probably take the treasure and run.
"You're still plotting at a time like this?!" Dèng Yìchén, who was fighting Liǔ Dàofēng, was enraged when he heard this.
Ji Sīdān sneered. "Senior Brother, how could I not know what medicine you're selling in your gourd? If I keep Liǔ Dàofēng occupied, will you still care about me after you kill the Imperial Son?"
"Junior Sister, I'm not that kind of person!" Dèng Yìchén loudly protested, but a vicious glint flashed through his eyes.
His plan was indeed exactly as Ji Sīdān had said. Once he killed Li Zhōujūn, he intended to ignore everything else and flee immediately.
Then again, he had underestimated this junior sister of his. At the critical moment, her mind was quite sharp.
At the same time, Ji Sīdān ignored Dèng Yìchén's loud protests. Her figure abruptly transformed into a blur and shot toward Li Zhōujūn, ready to finish the battle quickly and flee.