The middle-aged envoy finally reacted.
He clutched his bleeding chest, truly turned around and roared, "Yao Yulou, you actually dared to attack me, you've actually reached the third realm of the Emperor Martial Stage, you... you... you damned traitor."
Sikong Jing's entire body was shaken heavily, he lifted his eyelids to stare at the sword tip dripping blood, his whole body shivering with cold.
No wonder the second voice was so familiar, it was actually Yao Yulou.
"I'm sorry, envoy, I reached the third realm of the Emperor Martial Stage a few years ago."
At this moment, Yao Yulou still maintained his elegant voice, "The master can command me to do anything, even take my life, but to harm Jiang Wanyou is unacceptable, anyone intending to harm her must die, must die!"
The elegance in his voice grew sharper, finally carrying endless killing intent, endless determination.
