"Is it you who kidnapped my fiancée?" Han Yan was already simmering with anger when Zirong stepped forward, asking with murderous intent.
"You mean that woman? Yes, we took her." The middle-aged man looked at Zirong with disdain, not bothering to deny it, and replied arrogantly.
"Die!" Getting the answer, Zirong didn't waste any more words and suddenly darted forward, stabbing towards the opponent with his sword.
This sword strike was as swift as a shooting star, as fast as lightning, and unstoppable, filled with all of Zirong's anger and hatred.
The sword force was also extremely cunning, and the sword hummed, transforming into a thousand sword shadows, each aimed directly at the opponent's heart meridian.
Even Han Yan couldn't help but secretly admire it. If she hadn't already advanced to the third stage Sword Master, she wouldn't have been entirely confident in parrying this strike from Zirong with just the strength of a first-level Sword Master.
