'Damn, this Outer Domain Demon is so difficult to deal with.'
The young man from Confucian-Mo Pavilion's face became increasingly ugly.
He couldn't understand why, around Xu Yuan, there always seemed to be one woman after another appearing. Not only did they always appear just in time, but each of them also possessed incredible talent, formidable combat power, and the ability to battle across realms.
At that moment, he finally experienced the kind of despair typical of villains in tales.
Even though their enemies had been led into a dead end by his side's schemes, problems kept arising unexpectedly.
Liu Ruoxue stood proudly with her sword, her eyebrows gathering like frost and snow, her eyes filled with a cold indescribable pride: "Leave now, and you still have a chance to escape."
"What a joke!"
The disciple from Confucian-Mo Pavilion had wanted to persuade her further, but seeing that she had firmly decided to help Xu Yuan, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.