This scene seemed vaguely familiar to him, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Xue Qing tightly pressed her lips, the killing intent almost bursting forth from her body. Her cold gaze swept over Zhao Qingchen and the terrifying auras of his followers, with reason frantically warning her.
The disparity in strength between the two sides was like heaven and earth. She did not fear Zhao Qingchen, but those followers, all of whom had entered the Sixth Realm, were another matter.
To make a move now would be akin to striking a stone with an egg—certain death with no survival.
She had long since cast life and death aside, but she could never let Chu Zheng be trapped in a fatal situation due to her impulsiveness.
The icy, bone-piercing killing intent clashed madly within her body, yet she forcibly suppressed it. Her hands clenched into fists within her sleeves, knuckles turning white with the intense pressure.
