Ling Chen's pupils suddenly contracted, and a gleam of cold light flashed through his eyes. Since Zhou Qingqing was being so aggressive, he couldn't be blamed for being ruthless with her.
"Snap!"
A translucent burst of air energy flew in from a distance and hit Zhou Qingqing's sword.
The force of the air energy was powerful, causing the sword to tremble violently, numbing Zhou Qingqing's fingers, and her body staggered backward as if she had hit a barrier.
"Who's there?" Zhou Qingqing's delicate face turned icy cold, and she said in a chilling voice.
"Wow!"
A beam of light descended from above everyone, and then a blue-clad young girl, about 1.4 meters tall, descended from the sky.
She stood on a colorful cloud, hovering two meters above the ground, exuding a sacred aura.
"A Saint!"
Ling Chen was shocked. This blue-clad young girl, who looked like a loli, was actually a Saint!
