Some were bidding heartfelt farewells, some were locked in endless slaughter, and others were bitterly waiting for a chance to hack off the dragon's head.
The many faces of life within Wuyou Palace.
Because those people had closed in with astonishing coordination, everyone around Li Mu Yang felt the pressure.
Before they knew it, they had been trapped in the middle by those onlookers, making it difficult to break free.
If they wanted to leave, they had to fight their way out in one direction or another.
But everyone present was a powerful cultivator. How could any of them be easy to deal with?
"Stay close to me." Qian Du kept supporting Li Mu Yang's body. In this crisis, she could no longer concern herself with the proprieties between men and women.
Besides, back in the Weak Water Realm, the two of them had done things far more intimate than this. It was just that everyone had treated it as a "dream" and refused to speak of it. "I have the Glazed Mirror to protect me. If they attack, I'll shield you from the front."
Qian Du prepared to lead Li Mu Yang in fighting a bloody path through, reopening a thread of life for him.
Xiahou Ying, who had been holding the peerless divine artifact Dragon Shock Bow, had only just left. Li Mu Yang had not even had time to catch his breath or bandage his wounds before even more enemies took the opposite side from him.
Had Li Mu Yang been born under the baleful lone-star curse?
Others cursed only their family and friends. He, on the other hand, specifically cursed himself until he was half-dead, while everyone else remained perfectly fine.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine." Li Mu Yang squeezed Qian Du's delicate hand and swept