Silently cursing in her heart.
Feng Lingxue felt her killing intent almost bursting out!
Just as she quietly gripped the longsword at her waist, ready to strike first and end it all—
Bang!
A domineering and invisible pressure descended from above!
Immediately, an invisible oppressive force surged from all sides, penetrating every pore of her body, planting a bone-chilling fear deep into her soul!
"This... this familiar pressure..."
"Damn! Did I misjudge?"
The Youluo Palace's senior disciple's beautiful eyes shrank, her pretty face instantly turned pale, even her breathing became difficult!
While she was torn inside.
A calm yet authoritative male voice resonated:
"Lingxue, what are you plotting? Hmm?"
"Master, I..."
Hearing this voice, Feng Lingxue sucked in a cold breath, her lithe and slender figure involuntarily trembled!
It was still that familiar feeling!
Still that stifling yet inescapable patriarchal oppression!
The man's icy voice came again: