"We're under attack!" Li Dalong shouted in a low voice, a Spirit Sword already condensing in his hand.
Immediately afterward, a black shadow burst through the window, moving so fast it was almost impossible to track. Li Dalong snorted coldly and swung his sword to meet it.
A fierce battle erupted inside the inn. Li Dalong's swordsmanship was incomparably sharp, every stroke whistling through the air, but the black shadow was astonishingly fast as well, actually managing to hold its own against him.
Ye Wuxia and Ke Xialing were no pushovers either. They swiftly drew their flying swords and each unleashed her own ultimate techniques, joining Li Dalong against the enemy. They had not expected the enemy to be so powerful, however; their cultivation was utterly insufficient to pose any threat.
Instead, Li Dalong had to protect them, leaving his hands and feet bound for the moment and preventing him from unleashing his extraordinary strength.
Yet just as the battle raged like a blazing fire, Ye Wuxia suddenly felt a stab of excruciating pain in her abdomen. Her face instantly turned pale, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
"Wuxia!" Li Dalong's expression changed in alarm at the sight, and he hurriedly disengaged and returned to her side.
Only then did he notice that blood had soaked Ye Wuxia's lower body, with a glaring pool already spreading beneath her feet. At that moment, she was clutching her abdomen and groaning in agony.
"My... my stomach hurts so much!" Ye Wuxia said, her voice trembling.
Now he could clearly see copious blood running down Ye Wuxia's thighs, soaking her trousers.
Feeling a warm flow emerge from between her legs and run down her thighs to her feet, Ye Wuxia suddenly realized something, and her face went