"Ah!"
A delicate scream, the pretty young woman crouched down just before her clothes slipped.
At this moment, her face no longer had the arrogance it previously did, her red lips tightly pressed, her face pale as snow. She glanced at Luo Feng, who had somehow drawn the Emperor Yan's Sky-breaking Saber, with a deep fear in her eyes.
Just now, she didn't even see how Luo Feng made his move; she only felt a chill on her skin, and then her belt was cut in half...
She couldn't imagine the consequences if she had been a moment slower.
She probably wouldn't have the face to stay in the Golden Palace anymore.
Sigh...
Seeing the pretty young woman crouching on the ground, a low sigh of regret echoed through the street.
To be fair, this female disciple from the Sky Sword Pavilion was quite beautiful, with a delicate face, ********, and a big ****. Just now, people thought they could catch a glimpse of spring, but now they were full of endless regret.
