The area before the Prince of Zhennan's residence was charged with tension, swords drawn and ready.
As she had last time, Liu Xian retreated and leaned against a pillar by the gate, waiting to enjoy the show.
Last time, Mister had sent Feng Linglong fleeing with a single sword strike. This time, she believed it would be no different.
She believed there were very few cultivators beneath the heavens who were more powerful than Sister Feng.
Tang Ruoyu had not expected her father to fly into a rage. She had originally wanted to offer a few words of advice, but in an instant, she thought of the dead Tang Qi.
She immediately swallowed her words and retreated thirty feet.
Tang Guanhai flicked his hand and drew his spirit sword.
Jingjing said, "I have kept this sword hidden for thirty years and have never used it. I hope, Mister, you won't disappoint me."
Now that his opponent had drawn a spirit sword, Li Dalu suddenly found himself in an awkward position.
If this had been a personal grudge, or a feud with the Academy, he would not even have blinked.
But this was the Prince of Zhennan's residence. Even if he did not consider himself or his junior brother, he still had to think of the steward and servants of the estate.
At that thought, he could not help but develop a headache.
Looking at Tang Guanhai, who held his sword in hand and had transformed himself into a sword, he said, "Trouble shouldn't be visited upon one's family. I hope you understand that principle..."
After saying this, he turned his head and glanced at Liu Xian'er.
Liu Xian'er immediately understood what Mister meant. She patted her chest and shouted:
"Hey, you there! My mister means that no matter who lives