Earlier, Qin Feng and Ji Ziya had run into unusually fierce skirmishes, but many people around were hiding, watching like tigers stalking their prey.
At this moment, not far from the mountain where Qin Feng and his wife were, two shadows were entangled together, one a purple phantom, the other a white phantom. A chaotic purple sword-shadow flew out from the purple phantom. One of the sword-shadows slashed into a nearby mountain.
"Bang!"
With a violent collision, the two of them were shaken apart. The purple phantom belonged to a green‑eyed man in a purple robe, while the white phantom belonged to a handsome man with silver hair and blue eyes. The silver‑haired, blue‑eyed man's face was full of rage.
"Lombard! Don't go too far! You and I are on the same side. Why are you trying to kill me?" the silver‑haired man shouted.
