The sword spirit of the Emperor's Void Phoenix let out a mournful cry, turning miraculously into a phoenix as large as a hawk, flapping its wings to brace against the back of the unconscious Xu Lao Ying.
"Xu Xiao behaves like this, and so do you. How come everyone in the Xu Clan is like this, one after another."
From the sky, the eyes beheld the unconscious Xu Lao Ying with a sigh in the heart, before turning its gaze to the woman trembling within the Dragon Soul Armor.
If the woman had only used her bloodline to plot against Xu Lao Ying, then Xu Lang would not have shown up. But this person wanted to deal a killing blow after succeeding, which crossed Xu Lang's line.
If not for Xu Lao Ying's protection, Zhen Ping'er would have ended up like the walls around her, turning into dust. With just this level of spiritual power, under his life-bound sword pill, it would be as if she had nothing.
But Xu Lao Ying himself did not mind, so why should he meddle?
