"No one is allowed to harm my man, or else, kill!"
Yue Fanghua's voice emerged from behind the veil beneath her bamboo hat.
With an incomparable chill, in an instant, the entire tavern seemed to turn into night, with only a single bright moon emitting cold light.
At this moment, everyone felt an inner dread and coldness.
Even Hong Minger frowned, no longer displaying the prior calm and composure.
She couldn't understand what Ling Xiao had done to deserve such protection from a woman like this.
"Such terrifying power, what cultivation level is this?"
Hong Minger calculated in her heart: "First Cycle Tenth-layer Hell? Eleventh-layer Hell? Or even stronger?"
If it was First Transformation Yin-Yang Realm Hell Level 10 Cultivation, then within the Imperial Capital, she would absolutely be considered an expert.
If it was Eleventh Layer of Hell cultivation, then she might be ranked among the top elites of the Imperial Capital.
What if it was even stronger?
