Wei Jiang is a madman; a crazed idea suddenly emerged in his mind, and he thrust his soft sword toward Princess Pearl's left arm.
Princess Pearl was taken aback, hastily raising her long sword to block. However, her strength waned, and her sword was forcibly deflected by Wei Jiang's soft sword.
She watched in horror as Wei Jiang's soft sword neared her left arm.
"Kill... kill..."
"Wei Jiang, how dare you!"
A yellow fierce tiger suddenly appeared, accompanied by a vigorous roar.
A thick murderous intent spread in all directions.
A scholar raised his wrist, and a round black ball shot out from the mechanism on his wrist, forcibly diverting Wei Jiang's soft sword.
Princess Pearl finally saw who had arrived: a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young lad, dressed in white, riding on the back of the fierce tiger.
He looked at her, meeting her gaze firmly, with eyes like a long-lost friend, or perhaps a lover from a past life.
