Pierced Through His Chest

Compared to the guardians from Camp Xue Yang, they could only fight in a group against one opponent. They were indeed weaker.

An Jiuyue rolled her eyes. Xue Fangyang had to have brought all the guardians he could from Camp Xue Yang, right?

Was Xue Fangyang's situation any better?

"They're about the same," she said.

The battle was already leaning in Qian Jiyun's favor. With An Zhiyi's participation, Xue Fangyang found it even more challenging to deal with Qian Jiyun's side.

"Qian Jiyun, if you dare to hurt me, you won't have a good life at Huayan Peak in the future. The other lords of our plane will definitely—"

"Be very grateful to me." Qian Jiyun's long sword slashed through the air, swinging at Xue Fangyang.

Xue Fangyang narrowly dodged the killing strike, but Qian Jiyun cut off a strand of his black hair. His unfinished words were stuck in his throat.