Han Xue's face turned icy, and a trace of killing intent flashed through her beautiful eyes. She closed her slender hand, and a longsword appeared. Her figure abruptly shot toward Hong Chen.
"Xue'er, why put yourself through this?"
"Very well. Let me show you the gap between us." The wings behind Hong Chen beat, and a Dou Qi Beam shot from his hand. The nimble sword in Han Xue's hand instantly shattered. The tremendous force also sent her blood surging, and her rosy little face grew ever paler.
"If that blast of Dou Qi had struck you instead of your sword, your beauty would probably have withered away in death by now." Hong Chen looked at Han Xue as though she were his prey. In his eyes, Han Xue was already his possession.
"Heh."
Han Xue snorted coldly, feeling utterly anxious inside.
"Your Hong Family has gone too far! What you're doing is utterly despicable!" The people in the Hong Family caravan glared so fiercely their eyes nearly split. Han Xue was the woman in their hearts. How could they tolerate Hong Chen laying his hands on her?
"Oh?"
Hong Chen looked at the dozens of people with a playful expression.
He had killed more ants like these than he could count.
"Hong Chen, don't you dare!" Han Xue hurriedly shouted in anger, afraid that Hong Chen would attack them. Even she was far from a match for Hong Chen and his companions. The caravan guards only had Dou Zhe or Dou Shi cultivation, making them merely a little stronger than ordinary people. How could they possibly withstand these Dou Huang-level experts?
"Let them go, and I'll come with you." Han Xue hesitated for a while, and the hope vanished from her eyes. Under these circumstances, they had no hope