Zhuang Yuehua's pupils trembled: "Wu Envoy!… Damn it, this magical treasure is truly vicious!"
Zhuang Yuehua's expression turned cold, and suddenly, she felt a chilling coldness emanate. Looking up, the youth with hooded eyes had once again raised the gourd, aiming it at her.
Wen Jiuhua licked his lips: "Devour her, my precious gourd!"
The green light shot out from the gourd's opening at an astonishing speed and fell upon Zhuang Yuehua in the blink of an eye.
"This soul should be quite delicious." Wen Jiuhua's eyes gleamed with joy.
But in a brief moment, Zhuang Yuehua's entire body shone brightly, only to explode into dust particles.
Wen Jiuhua's expression changed slightly: "Substitute Technique?"
At that moment, some water vapor behind Wen Jiuhua condensed into the shape of Zhuang Yuehua, wielding a long saber and slashing down.
