The soldiers on both sides had long since stopped fighting, retreating far away to encircle Yun Shangyuan and Feng Yueya, quietly watching them.
It felt like a century had passed, yet it seemed only a moment.
Yun Shangyuan gently laid her body on the ground, removed his soft armor and covered her with it.
Tenderly touching her cheek, he softly said,
"Wait for me, don't go too far, I'll come find you soon."
He stood up and looked toward the three embroiled in a chaotic fight.
A cold, bloodthirsty hatred flashed in his eyes.
His body suddenly flew into the air.
He instantly transformed into a sword, thrusting toward Liu Yan.
Liu Yan, greatly shocked, waved Rong Da and Rong San aside, and clasped his hands together, firmly trapping the sword Yun Shangyuan had transformed into.
The sword, glowing with a rainbow of light, emitted circles of light.
