Ye Xunhuan saw Xiahao Yunting stand up, a look of surprise on his cold face, as if puzzled that the old man could still get up.
"Die!" Ye Xunhuan spat out the word ominously from his mouth.
Then, Ye Xunhuan swung his longsword!
"Swoosh!"
A slash with the sword, like a rainbow piercing through the sun, forced Xiahao Yunting to dodge.
Just after dodging, Xiahao Yunting was about to make a move when a choking voice suddenly echoed around!
"Xunhuan..."
Hearing this voice, Xiahao Yunting immediately looked in the direction of the sound.
Only to see Qiu Ruoxi, accompanied by Mu Shuyi, arriving at the front yard. Upon seeing the courtyard filled with corpses, the deadly confrontation between Ye Xunhuan and Xiahao Yunting, and the blood on Ye Xunhuan's body, Qiu Ruoxi's heart felt as if it was being twisted by a knife, with tears uncontrollably streaming down her face.
The tear-stained face added a sense of sorrow to Qiu Ruoxi's already beautiful, snow-white cheeks.
