A thousand year sword?

"Anyway, Ling'er. What do you want to do? I can leave him to you if you want?", Wu Long looked at the beauty whose eyes were locked on the 'Sword God', her usually gentle demeanor that everyone around knew changed into a cold look, as she was exuding a slightly chilly air around her.

"Haa~, I might cut more than one man if I unsheathe my sword in this state... can you...?", she shook her head with a complicated look, and then turned her eyes to him.

"Of course, Ling'er. Don't worry about anything and leave it to me", he gently smiled toward her, and slightly pampering Hong Ye who was leaning onto him with a light hand motion, moved forward, flying up into the air as the eyes of the spectators and the five people before him widened.