A red light swept across the city wall.
Sima Yuan shouted angrily, "You little thief, surrender your life!"
His Nascent Soul Realm cultivation level suddenly erupted, and wielding his Golden Coiling Dragon Spear, he fiercely lunged at Long Fei.
As he approached, he feigned a strike, intending to thrust at Princess Ji Wanrong.
He knew Long Fei was formidable, and he had no intention of killing him.
The spear carried a dragon silhouette, its murderous aura overwhelming.
Long Fei merely raised his hand and waved it, causing Sima Yuan to suddenly halt in midair, as if time had frozen, fixed in the void.
The spearhead was only a meter away from Ji Wanrong.
Ji Wanrong remained calm and collected, unafraid of him at all.
With Long Fei around, she feared nothing now.
Sima Yuan roared explosively, trying to escape the spatial quagmire, but his body couldn't move an inch.
