"Offending the Commandery Princess means death!"
In a chilling sight, a solitary, proud cold shadow advanced step by step. Though it appeared slow, each step covered great distances, and in the blink of an eye, he was up close.
"Jing Hanwu!"
"Young Master Jing Hanwu!"
Ning Yan and Xiaoxun were both overjoyed and rushed to meet him.
However, Jing Hanwu stopped them, his icy gaze sweeping over the black-robed youths and said, "For the sake of Meng Xiaotian, I'll spare your lives. Get lost now!"
Upon hearing this, the faces of the black-robed youths turned cold and one of them said, "Jing Hanwu, how dare you address the Emperor's Son by name?"
"I gave you a chance, it seems you do not want it?"
Killing intent surged around the proud Jing Hanwu in an instant.
"Hmph, there are so many of us, we're not afraid of you!" the black-robed youth sneered, clearly ready to confront him.
"Then go to hell and regret it!"
