Wang Mu's greatest fear had finally come to pass.
He could see it clearly—the rainbow-like long sword was indeed the Green Frost Sword, now radiating a killing intent so pure and extreme, seemingly intent on annihilating everything in its path.
However, the target was not himself, but Mu Hongyuan behind him.
With a sidelong glance at Mu Hongyuan, he immediately wanted to release his hold and throw her off.
He certainly did not want to die in the aftermath of their battle.
"Oh? Abandoning your Taoist couple already?"
Unexpectedly, Mu Hongyuan's breath was as fragrant as orchids, and her grip, gentle as willows in the breeze, tightened around Wang Mu's neck. "How could that be right? As a Taoist couple, we must face difficulties together. Brother Mu, you're really making me sad. The moment danger arises, you want to flee?"
"That's not acceptable."
"We should face this together."
