Great Liberty

Pan Jia moved so fast, that Ji Hao managed to make no other reaction except grabbing White Feather’s collar and throwing him away.

White Feather screamed. All of sudden, tens of layers of protective magic screen glowed around his body and wrapped him firmly up. The nearly two-meters-long, wide and heavy dragon horn sword held in Pan Jia’s left hand swished shrilly in the air, slantingly brushing across White Feather’s body. The tens of magic screens were crushed immediately, just like soap bubbles.

Flicking her wrist, Pan Jia turned the sword around and pierced again towards White Feather’s heart.

"You bloody woman!" Small drops of cold sweat oozed out of White Feather’s forehead. He widely opened his five eyes while pushing his palms forward. A fist-sized, ruby-like transparent eye statue flew out from a palm of his.