"Today, I will ensure that none of these Thirteen Shadow Guards return!"
"Hahaha—"
As Duan Yunfei's words fell, the man's laughter erupted with wild disdain.
"Boasting without shame!" The woman chuckled softly, "Wherever we go, no one dares not tremble in fear. You, boy, have some courage, but alas, no matter how courageous, when you meet us, you can only become a wisp of a soul."
"Enough with the nonsense!"
The long sword was unsheathed, its chill piercing the air like a startled Feihong, spreading everywhere.
The woman soared into the air, her palm shooting countless flower-shaped hidden weapons at Duan Yunfei.
Duan Yunfei moved like a shadow, only the sound of "clang, clang" reverberated in the night endlessly.
"Ha!"
In an instant, the flower-shaped hidden weapons, previously shot out, flew back entirely, shocking the woman.
