Sikong Jing froze at her words. "Aunt Jiang, what are you talking about?"
The moment he asked, Sikong Jing suddenly sensed a strange and powerful aura appearing nearby.
Clearly, Jiang Wanyou had sensed this aura just now.
And at that critical moment, a black-clad man happened to pounce down, saying coldly, "Madam Yao, you're dead!"
Sikong Jing no longer allowed himself to be distracted. He was about to form a new shield to block the black-clad man seeking to assassinate Jiang Wanyou, but in that instant, the strange aura suddenly swooped down to kill, swift to the extreme.
In an instant, it took the form of a graceful figure...
She crashed heavily into the black-clad man who was about to reach Jiang Wanyou, and then a sword flashed.
Pfft...
A head soared high into the air. The black-clad assassin died on the spot. At the same time, the graceful figure landed atop his corpse, mercilessly planting her foot on the headless body.
That strange and powerful aura still shimmered around her as a cold, baleful voice rang out. "Anyone who dares touch my mother dies!"
At those words, Sikong Jing's gaze froze. The person before him was actually Hua Meixi.
Yet at this moment, Hua Meixi felt like a complete stranger to Sikong Jing.
The aura emanating from her was simply too vicious. In that instant, Sikong Jing seemed to think of himself after he had fallen into demonic madness.
At the same time, Wan Tonghui's gaze on the other side froze, and he cried out in terror, "H-Hua Meixi."
His desire for Hua Meixi was no longer so intense now. Sikong Jing had truly stalled him until Hua Meixi had arrived—so could the Eastern Tyrant Branch be far behind?
Besides, now he might have to silence even Hua Meixi.