Words Laws

"Second Brother, are you all right?" Tian Xin cried uneasily at Old Iron.

Old Iron, who had stopped roaring, slowly turned to look at Tian Xin. The red light in his eyes flickered on and off, making the hearts of those watching thump along with it in profound discomfort.

Suddenly, the red light in Old Iron's eyes skipped a beat. At the same time, he flashed before Tian Xin like a ghost, his iron hand reaching for Tian Xin's head.

"Second Brother!" Tian Xin tried to dodge, but his body could not keep up with his mind's reaction. He could only watch helplessly as the steel hand seized his head.

Old Iron seemed to have heard Tian Xin's cry. His palm paused for a moment, and in that instant, a sword thrust out from the side and blocked his hand.

Old Iron grabbed the blade. Seizing the chance, Tian Xin's body finally caught up with his mind's reaction. He sprang away and retreated several dozen meters.

Old Iron lightly tightened his grip on the blade, and the Nirvana Level Spirit Foundation Sword crumbled into powder in his palm.

Tian Xun held the broken hilt as she rapidly retreated. At the same time, the Pious Seraph life foundation appeared and fused with her, transforming her into an angel clad head to toe in holy carapace, with eight snow-white wings spread behind her.

"Second Brother... awaken..." Tian Xun's voice rang out like Sanskrit chanting as Old Iron's gaze fixed upon her.

Old Iron visibly paused when he heard Tian Xun's voice. Yet in the next second, he vanished again and appeared before her, one hand reaching for her head.

"Old Iron... wake up... that's my little aunt..." Tian Xin shouted as he charged at Old Iron. He knew that if he could