Zi Hanyan sensed someone breaking into the estate and immediately put away the fragment of the "Purple Haze Scripture."
Whoosh!
A streak of sword light flew in from outside, slicing past Zi Hanyan's cheek and severing a lock of her hair. It had nearly cut her face.
The sword qi swept through, and the entire house collapsed. Pillars and roof beams crumbled, turning it into a field of ruins.
"Who is it?"
Zi Hanyan circulated her vital energy around her delicate body, forming a round protective energy barrier. She stepped out from the ruins without a trace of fear on her face, staring at the nine cultivators clad in black robes before her.
Each of them carried a sword on his back, their gazes cold and grim, brimming with intense hostility.
The bodies of eight black-robed cultivators shifted, automatically forming a circle that trapped Zi Hanyan in the center.
Fang Jie stood on the outskirts. Seeing that only a woman of peerless beauty had emerged from the room, with no sign of Ning Xiaochuan, he furrowed his brow slightly and said darkly, "Where is Ning Xiaochuan?"
"You came for him? Are you people from the Prince's Mansion?" Zi Hanyan could clearly sense the formidable auras emanating from them. They were like towering mountains standing before her, oppressive and overwhelming, putting immense pressure on her.
They were undoubtedly top experts among the younger generation.
Other than the Prince's Mansion, who else would seek to deal with Ning Xiaochuan?
Fang Jie was naturally happy to be mistaken for someone from the Prince's Mansion. He sneered. "Since you know we're from the Prince's Mansion, tell us where Ning Xiaochuan is hiding. Otherwise... such a beautiful woman as you—we senior and junior brothers truly wouldn't want to waste you."
"Ha ha!"
The black-robed cultivators