Consciousness rose and sank. In Nian Yuexian's blurred vision, an indistinct face came into view. No matter how hard she tried, she could not make it out, yet that resolute expression perfectly overlapped with a scene in her memory.
In her daze, it was as if she had returned to several decades ago.
Back then, there had also been someone who, when she was in danger, had snatched her out just like this, had held her in his arms just like this. That brief moment of warmth had brought her a yearning she had not forgotten for decades.
She gently reached out a hand, stroking toward that blurred face, as if she had truly returned to several decades ago.
"Wah..." A mouthful of blood mist suddenly sprayed out, warm blood spattering across that devastatingly beautiful face, and Nian Yuexian's pupils contracted sharply.
The dream was interrupted...
Several decades ago, after that person saved her, he slaughtered all four directions. Enemies she could not stand against were as fragile as paper beneath his hand; his strength could suppress an entire era.
Several decades later, the person who saved her in a similar crisis was merely a Tier One True Lake Realm cultivator...
In her other hand, the sword hilt she had originally loosened was suddenly gripped tight. Her Spiritual Power was about to surge, but heart-piercing, bone-carving pain came from every part of her body, making her give a soft groan. The strength she had just gathered scattered by more than half again.
"You're courting death!" Wanzhang Gang roared and punched out again, only this punch was undoubtedly far weaker than the one before.
That earlier punch had been unleashed after he gathered momentum; this time, it was a hasty strike.
Moreover, Nian Yuexian's injuries were severe, but he was likewise