The little novice monk raised his blade to slash at Xima's neck. Young as he was, he had no tenderness for a beautiful woman. This stroke would sever her head from her body.
All hope drained from Xima. Hu Xiaotian, oh, Hu Xiaotian, it seems we can only meet again in our next lives! Just as despair and helplessness overwhelmed her, a great hole burst through the wall behind her from outside. Cold wind whistled in, accompanied by a deep roar. A figure vaulted over her head and blocked the little novice monk's lethal strike with a sword.
Hu Xiaotian had finally arrived at the moment between life and death, catching the little novice monk's attack with the Black Iron Sword. The boy's face filled with astonishment. He had no idea where this man had come from. The walls of the Golden Summit Hall were extraordinarily sturdy, and even its doors and windows were cast from refined iron, yet this man had cleaved through them with one stroke. The power of that sword strike was truly staggering. Before the little novice monk could even make out his opponent's face, an enormous force blasted him backward. He flew as though riding clouds and mist, then crashed heavily into a corner.
Hu Xiaotian did not pursue a child to kill him. He took off his outer robe, wrapped Xima in it, and carried her out through the hole in the wall. Seeing that Xia Changming and the snow eagle had already arrived in the sky above, he told Xia Changming to protect Xima and take her away from this place of trouble, then slipped back through the hole.
The little novice monk had just climbed to his feet, his face covered in dust and his eyes full of fear. Though very young,