Wang Jixuan heard a sense of powerlessness and suppressed anger in Little Sang's shout.
He pondered slightly.
Actually, he had a method to help Little Sang escape her current predicament, but this way would harm her more than if she was captured and refined into a Sword Spirit.
Master Wang sighed softly in his heart and began observing the expressions of the main experts in the field.
Nine Spirits Sword Venerable, Sword Nine at this moment, frowned as he watched the direction where Little Sang appeared, seemingly a bit surprised.
The woman standing on the Fire Phoenix only glanced at Little Sang, her expression unchanged, clearly indifferent to the Divine Wood Spirit's own wishes.
Luo Tianjin, the Gun Immortal, who wore only Locking Armor without a tunic, curled his lips and raised his brows, giving a light sigh without saying much.
Huang Langyu, the Vice Palace Master of Feather God Palace, tightly furrowed his brows as he looked at Little Sang, his gaze somewhat complex.
