The delicate, jade-like hand seemed soft and frail, but as it extended, it carried an incomparably powerful suppressive might.
It was as if the power of heaven and earth had converged within that three-inch palm!
Under the pressure from the Great Emperor, the brocade-robed old man's face twisted in agony, as if he were on the brink of collapse. Blood seeped from his clenched teeth and a sinister crackling echoed from his bones. His head drooped slowly until his forehead touched the ground.
The brocade-robed old man naturally understood why Luo Xian wanted to kill him. He just hadn't expected her to actually dare to do it.
"Your Majesty... save me!"
He had used nearly all his strength just to rasp out those words.
In the next moment, the terrifying pressure vanished without a trace.
Luo Xian withdrew her extended hand slightly, her gaze lifting to the tall figure that had suddenly appeared behind the brocade-robed old man.
