"Formation restrictions, not good, this is troubling," the Snow King said with a solemn face.
She hadn't expected that the other party was already prepared.
They had set up restrictions in advance, apparently to prevent them from finding the Holy Sword and leaving early.
Tang Qingyu's face was also filled with gravity, and now they were thoroughly in trouble.
"Xia Wu, what do you want to do?" Song Xue immediately demanded.
"Hand over the Holy Sword, and I might spare your lives," the leading Xia Wu said with a sneer.
His gaze towards Song Xue and Tang Qingyu was full of mockery.
Two disciples from insignificant forces actually thought they could steal treasures from under his watch, a downright fanciful delusion.
Tang Qingyu returned to Song Xue's side, and after exchanging a glance, a sharp glint flashed through their eyes.
The next moment, both of them made their move, heading straight for Xia Wu to kill him.