"Who are you?"
Just three words, and cold sweat had already soaked Shui Wenjie's back. This was the first time he had ever felt so powerless when facing someone.
"Someone here to kill you!"
The instant the figure finished speaking, he blurred forward and reached for Shui Wenjie's throat. No spiritual energy rippled from this attack—or rather, the other party had no need to use his cultivation at all. At this moment, Shui Wenjie was already no different from an ordinary mortal. He could not wield any of his strength.
Shui Wenjie wanted to cry out, only to find that he could not make a sound. At some point, the oppressive force around him had enveloped him, cutting off the senses of his five faculties.
This was the Heavenly Water City headquarters of the Great Sound Pavilion. This person actually dared to kill someone here—and an elder of the Great Sound Pavilion, no less. What was his background?
Shui Wenjie's heart was filled with terror. If he had been defeated and killed in an open battle, he could have accepted it. But being sealed and crushed from the outset, killed without even the slightest chance to resist, left him feeling unbearably aggrieved and afraid.
"I still have so many things left undone. Could it be that today..."
As that hand grew larger before Shui Wenjie's eyes, he could almost feel eternal darkness descending.
Whoosh!
The next moment, the black-clad figure plunged into Shui Wenjie's arms. The anticipated slaughter did not come. Instead, Shui Wenjie was pulled into the black-clad figure's embrace.
Then, Shui Wenjie discovered that his sealed cultivation had returned, and all his senses came back at the same time. In his arms was a soft, warm body carrying a faint fragrance—one that was so familiar.
"Brother, you didn't