The warning of danger in her heart had become impossible to suppress. Wu Mengliu could only feel her control over her Spiritual Power being restrained.
I can't just wait to die!
Whoosh!
A soft sound rang out.
Whatever method she had used, gray shadows suddenly rose around her body. Song Yan felt his grip inexplicably loosen, and even the Sword Qi sealing her Spiritual Power grew hazy. She actually escaped.
The gray shadow was about to dart out of the alley.
Clang!
A Heavy Ruler descended from the sky and landed at the mouth of the alley, forcing the gray shadow back.
"Hmph."
A cold snort sounded beside her ear.
Song Yan made no move, yet an immense pressure descended upon her.
Wu Mengliu's body shuddered violently, and even the circulation of Spiritual Power within her grew sluggish from fear.
She looked up in terror and saw a figure sitting cross-legged at the edge of the shadows on the eaves flanking the alley.
Demonic Flame blazed in utter silence.
The Void-Aspect Dharma Body had its head lowered and was watching her calmly.
Why was there another Golden Core Realm cultivator?!
Hum-!
Before she could react again, chilling Sword Intent spread through the alley.
Countless streams of razor-sharp Sword Qi swept over her, coiling around her hands.
"Ah!"
She cried out in pain, both hands dripping blood, with no idea what he had done.
Song Yan slowly stepped forward. Wu Mengliu dared not move. She had no doubt that any unusual movement would bring death upon her.
How could she still fail to recognize him? The man before her was the fat sheep whose Heaven and Earth Bag she had lifted back in Fufeng Commandery.
At the time, she had mistakenly thought he preferred men. It turned out that the painting