"Swish!"
The sword hummed loudly!
Zhao Yuqing thrust her sword forward, like a Spiritual Snake dancing, aiming at Huyan Zhuo's Life Gate between his eyebrows.
Huyan Zhuo turned pale with fright, hurriedly waving his Wolf Fang Club to block.
At this moment, Ling Shuanghua suddenly leaped up; her graceful figure fluttering like a Butterfly in a dance that mesmerized all.
Then, her dazzling Sword Shadow formed a daffodil blossom in the air, nine petals spiraling with colored brilliance, slashing toward Huyan Zhuo.
Facing Zhao Yuqing and Ling Shuanghua's combined assault, Huyan Zhuo was visibly struggling, overwhelmed.
If it were one-on-one, he wouldn't fear anyone.
But one against two, he found it hard to keep up.
If not for the trusted aides around helping to restrain Zhao Yuqing and Ling Shuanghua, he might have been defeated already.
Still, this was Huyan Zhuo's stronghold.
Southern Barbarian Warriors gathered more and more, soon numbering in the thousands.
