Nangong Wanyu, the young lady of the Nangong Family, a supreme expert at the Middle-stage Nascent Soul Realm.
And now, she had become a prize for Jiang Jichen to show off!
This man was detestable, damnable, and utterly unforgivable.
Nangong Wanyu charged forward, a beautifully crafted short spike appearing in her hand.
It was an eerie blue, radiating a grim, cold light and covered in swirling, mystical patterns.
This was her personal Spiritual Artifact, and it was terrifying.
Clearly, she was ready to risk her life, to kill Jiang Jichen at all costs.
She wasn't the only one. Qiao Hee also made his move.
A sword appeared in his hand!
Jiang Jichen recognized it. It was the same sword Qiao Hee had once offered to trade for the Bloodthirsty Bamboo—a Heavenly-level Spiritual Artifact, and an extraordinary one at that.
Qiao Hee sneered, "So you've got two little girls to help you. You think that can change anything? Hmph, they've just come here to die needlessly!"
