"Yue Yaya, don't confront him head-on; he's at least at the Sword King Level, and you're no match for him. Moreover, this is Prince Manor, where there are many masters," Yun Shangyuan warned her.
Sword King?
Upon hearing this, Feng Yueya couldn't help but jump with fright.
How come there's yet another freak!
In this world, why are there masters everywhere, while she is just a little Swordsman shrimp?
But now, even trying to appease him was too late, for the other party had already shown the intent to kill.
If she couldn't hide, then she would have to confront!
The long sword emitted a seven segments wide orange wave of light, and Feng Yueya pointed at the man in the air and said, "If you want to fight, then come on!"
Seeing Feng Yueya's strength, the man scoffed in disdain.
"A mere Seventh Rank Sword Master doesn't even require me to take action personally, Ying Yi," he called out, and a figure appeared in the garden like a ghost.