Feng Linglong's Sword

Meng Xiaolou only turned his gaze toward the nearby Prince of Zhenxi's Residence after hearing that.

Seeing an unfamiliar woman gripping a sword and looking ready to strike at any moment, he jumped.

In his eyes, women were probably even more terrifying than the Liu Piaopiao before him.

Unable to stop himself, he muttered, "Hey, you. Don't think you're so impressive just because you're holding a spirit sword... I'm warning you, Wang Xian may be back in just a few days..."

"The fellow in front of you is his senior apprentice-brother. If you dare hurt Li Dalu, even if Wang Xian has to chase you to the ends of the earth, he'll find you and take revenge."

At that, Liu Piaopiao glanced toward the gates of the manor and jumped as well.

What the hell? Why has this god of slaughter come to the Imperial City?

Could something really have happened in the Imperial City of Southern Xinjiang?

Otherwise, why would this fellow abandon Her Majesty the Empress and run all the way to Jinling to cause trouble for Wang Xian?

Looking at Meng Xiaolou before him, Tang Shisan gave a bitter smile. "This woman is... Wang Xian destroyed the Azure Gown Tower. Even if she came running here to fight that fellow to the death, there's nothing strange about it."

Meng Xiaolou's expression grew increasingly solemn.

In his view, if trouble arose in the Imperial City, at worst they could meet soldiers with generals and use earth to stem the flood. But this woman before him—how was he supposed to stop her?

He couldn't stop her!

Liu Piaopiao looked toward the manor. Seeing that a great battle was about to begin, she couldn't help looking even farther away, all the way to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

She asked Tang