"Thief Zhang!"
Wang Weiling let out a sharp scream, her eyes filled with fear and hatred, fingers twisting in a spell, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of black smoke.
Within the billowing black smoke, a pale bone sword appeared faintly, emitting a sinister and fierce aura, shooting directly towards Zhang Kui's face.
Zhang Kui glanced indifferently, unconcerned.
This wicked thief didn't even dodge!
Wang Weiling was initially delighted, a hint of hope in her eyes, but soon it turned to terror.
Only to see a golden light rise around Zhang Kui, effortlessly blocking the bone sword outside.
The rolling yin qi dissipated instantly as if it encountered sunlight, the bone sword also dimmed, and fell to the ground with a clatter.
Wang Weiling spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, then scrambled to hide beside the Third Princess, her face twisted, shouting venomously:
"Immortal Master, it's this wicked thief!"
