I’ll Let You Try Three Moves

Ding ding ding—

A series of crisp tinkling sounds echoed between the sky and the earth, the snow-white figure in mid-air was flying like a butterfly. The inconspicuous Star-Chasing Sword released palpitating terrifying fluctuations and constantly flew around Little Nine's body, appearing extremely tricky.

Little Nine's snow-white dress was stained with scarlet blood. Her face was pale, and her breathing was weak, but there was still tenacity on that beautiful face. Her eyes were calm and terrifying, and the surrounding crowd could not help admiring her.

If it were them, they would have already been defeated by Zhan Wushuang's fierce attacks, or they might have already agreed to join the Zhan Clan to save their lives.