"Your Majesty..."
Just as these words left her lips, a flash of cold light severed her voice.
Chu Yang grasped her hand, slowly stretching it out. As his long arm extended, the Longquan Treasure Sword had already thrust forward. The thin and flexible blade barely wavered before the force poured into it straightened it instantly, and the sword emitted a resonant dragon's roar.
This shook Shang Ruyi to her core.
The returning force of the sword also numbed her palm. If not for Chu Yang's warm hand covering hers, gripping the hilt tightly, the sword would have almost slipped from her hand.
At this moment, as if sensing her inner turmoil, Chu Yang's voice once again sounded by her ear—
"Be careful!"
