Yao Qian stared at Xu Wendong, seemingly having some sort of realization.
She parted her lips slightly with a faint smile: "Young Master Xu truly is an extraordinary figure, no wonder he's the dark horse that everyone favors lately!"
"Hahahahaha!" Xu Wendong laughed heartily, his eyes full of playful intent, "Thinking of seducing me? Spare your efforts!"
Yao Qian stepped forward gracefully, her slender waist moving gently, leading down to a plump rump, her sheer veil fluttering revealing snowy white skin, so beautiful it almost took one's breath away!
"Let the battle begin!"
Xu Wendong was instantly covered by Nether Flame Armor, charging towards Yao Qian like a tiger descending the mountain.
This Black Blade, he didn't know its name, was snatched from the Flowing Wind Saint Son; although not as strong as Duan Shanhai's Sixth-grade Peak Treasure, it was mighty enough!
Seeing Xu Wendong charging, Yao Qian pouted, "Young Master Xu really doesn't know how to cherish beauty!"
