Mu Qingyue 'glanced' at the Communication Compass that Zhu Nanzhi still hadn't let go of, the surrounding Sword Qi gradually becoming icy cold.
Being defeated by her Junior Brother was always a 'thorn' in her heart.
Mu Qingyue widened the distance between herself and Zhu Nanzhi, pitch-black demon energy and ice-white spiritual power swirling around her, instantly cloaking the entire cave mansion with a layer of frost, while a black phoenix illusion seemed to swim within, bursting with energy.
Zhu Nanzhi let out a cold laugh, "Anxious? Did I hit a sore spot? Looks like you've indeed suffered at the hands of your husband."
Mu Qingyue twirled her sword with a cold voice devoid of any emotion, "It's not your place to worry about my affairs."
As her words fell, Mu Qingyue vanished in an instant, and seven Mu Qingyues appeared around, all seemingly real, closing in on Zhu Nanzhi.
Zhu Nanzhi's expression turned more serious, just as she was about to make a move —
Whoosh —
