Uncle Prison's expression clearly cracked!
He looked like someone whose sore spot had been jabbed, ready to devour someone whole.
Lin Heng was rather sly. Quick-eyed and quick-handed, he darted to Meng Yutong's side and threw an arm around her.
"Master, save me!"
"Yu Tong, move aside. Today, I have to beat his backside into bloom and let him learn what family affection between uncle and nephew means!"
"(ー`′ー) Enough, enough. I'll teach him a lesson later. It seemed like someone just fell out of the void. I wonder who it was."
Meng Yutong narrowed her eyes, somewhat speechless at the two of them. The battle above was raging like fire, yet these two had started bickering instead.
Before long, everyone followed the trail and arrived at the eastern side of the city one after another.
Fan Yian clutched his chest with one hand, gasping heavily.
Though Dugu Zixuan's aura was disordered, she still held her sword in one hand, rings of Wind-Snow Dao circling around her body.
Heavy snow began to drift down from the sky.
Snow was not supposed to fall in this season!
Moreover, Southern Continent rarely saw snow, as its coastal climate was warm.
Clearly, Dugu Zixuan had won this clash.
Otherwise, snow would not have fallen!
Sword in hand, she slowly walked toward the figure struggling to rise. With every step she took, Fan Yian's heart tightened.
It was as though she were an unparalleled sword immortal whom none could match.
A biting chill swept over him, slowing his movements by several degrees.
"This King is no match for you. Who exactly are you? Why have I never heard of someone like you?"
"I am Dugu Zixuan, Hall Master of the Ten Directions Hall of Eastern Continent!"
"Someone like you is not worthy of knowing