The ethereal aura of the Purple Ribbon Immortal Robe floated gently, yet even so, the long spear in Duanmu Yang's hand could not advance an inch.
Hearing Jiang Yuan's taunt, Duanmu Yang gritted his teeth, and another purple card appeared in his hand.
The purple light shone brilliantly, falling directly on the spear's tip.
But it had no effect whatsoever.
Still unable to move forward.
Duanmu Yang was burning with fury, like a sycophant to an ethereal goddess.
Hoping that his full effort would move the goddess, yet she remained unmoved, not even sparing him a glance.
"Do you want to die?!"
The longsword in Murong Qingyao's hand was unsheathed, directly placed at Duanmu Yang's neck, her voice squeezed out between her teeth.
As Murong Qingyao unsheathed her sword, Murong Qingwan also had a longsword in hand, ready to strike at any moment.
However, Mu Qianshan simply folded his arms.
