"You two are the Saint Heir and the Saintess, yet you both ignore such matters, allowing someone like Ji Jiang to tarnish the prestige of the Saint Race?" Pei Anqi shouted as she saw them about to leave.
However, the two remained cold and indifferent, turning to leave without a word.
"Anqi, I advise you not to resist pointlessly. Surrender obediently; we won't let you off this time!" Ji Jiang sneered, addressing the group of Saint Race disciples around him, "Go ahead, just make sure she doesn't die, a few extra wounds don't matter!"
Upon hearing this, a dozen Saint Race disciples surged forward, attempting to seize Pei Anqi.
Suddenly, a blade of light, like the Milky Way reversed, fell from the sky.
Boom!
The sword light landed and exploded instantly, a terrifying sword pressure spreading out from Pei Anqi, sweeping across the four directions.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
The dozen Saint Race disciples seemed struck by lightning, spitting blood and flying backward.
"This..."
