Zirong, why did he come here? Wasn't he supposed to stay and recuperate? Upon seeing the familiar face of Zirong, Han Yan and the others were momentarily stunned.
"Young master, I've arrived." With a slight smile, revealing his white teeth, Zirong watched the surprised expressions on Han Yan and the others.
Two black-clothed swordsmen simultaneously slashed at Zirong from the left and right.
"Zirong, be careful!" Witnessing the perfectly executed sword technique of the black-clothed men, Han Yan and Huayue couldn't help but exclaim.
If not for possessing powerful Six Senses, and if the Cold Sky Sword hadn't been upgraded to a Divine Artifact, just dealing with the Guiyu Clan's sword technique, which far exceeded the real realm, even Han Yan would be at a loss; since Zirong's power is far inferior to hers, how could he possibly withstand it?
However, they soon realized they were mistaken.
