Every Move Embodies Sword Intent

Feng Fan heard Hou Mengyao's words, and his expression darkened. He knew exactly why Hou Mengyao wasn't going to let him go so easily.

"I-I'm fine," Xue Qiang said, pushing herself off the ground and gently shoving Huang Xue, who was trying to support her, aside.

Blood trickled from the corner of Xue Qiang's mouth as she steadied herself, gripping her spear tightly. With determination burning in her eyes, she pointed it directly at Hou Mengyao.

She'd heard his threat loud and clear—if he wasn't planning to let Feng Fan go, their only option was to fight.

Feng Fan caught sight of her through the corner of his eye and frowned. "Qinqin, go help them escape. I'll handle him with Qian Xiaoli and Huang Xue!"

"But—" Xue Qiang began to argue, but the sharp, determined look in Feng Fan's eyes stopped her.

"Trust me. Just this once, listen to me, okay?" He said firmly.