"Empress Dowager, please!" Lu Tianxiong slowly drew out his longsword, his expression carrying a hint of arrogance, and even more of contempt.
As his words fell, the longsword swung out.
In the sky, a flash of lightning streaked past, thunder roared, and wild winds rose—a storm seemed imminent.
The same Sword Light surged like waves, the Qi roared like a tide, but Wu Tianxiong's strength was obviously more than one realm higher than Wu Zifeng's. As the longsword slashed out, the air in front of him twisted into a hollow void, as if tearing open space. Amidst the piercing cries, that powerful Qi formed a hurricane, sweeping towards Lu Nianxin.
Lu Nianxin frowned slightly, shouting loudly as she slashed forward with her long knife.
"Clang!" A loud noise like thunder, a burst of Qi Light exploded, the already turbulent winds in the Imperial Garden rose into a sandstorm, amidst muffled groans, Wu Tianxiong and Lu Nianxin each took a few steps back.
