"Lord." Moyu and the others tightened their grip on their spiritual artifacts, their hearts tensing.
Nie Jiuque, however, remained kneeling, eyes fixed intently on Wen Xiao'ai, showing no intention of resisting.
The powerful sword energy pressed towards him, and Nie Jiuque remained indifferent, as if truly willing to trade his life to rescue Wen Xiao'ai.
Countless eyes watched this scene and just when everyone thought Nie Jiuque was going to die for the same woman once more, Moyu, disregarding everything, rushed forward with his sword, exerting all his strength to block a strike from Jun Moyan.
Zuo Yan, who had been watching leisurely and eagerly, frowned. He was about to use Wen Xiao'ai as leverage again, but unexpectedly, the tip of Jun Moyan's sword, deflected by Moyu, suddenly changed direction and, with uncatchable speed, thrust towards him.
Zuo Yan was startled and narrowly dodged by moving to the side with Wen Xiao'ai.
Jun Moyan's figure, however, was already upon them.
