The flash of a sword shot out like a thunderbolt, arriving in the blink of an eye.
The attack was so ferocious it could have cleaved steel and severed both his hands.
Liu Yun roared, his body shooting back thirty feet before he stabilized himself. His tone was as cold as ice. "Liu Xianyu, you dare stop me? Are you trying to harbor this murderer? Or are you saying you colluded with him to kill my brother?"
With his first words, he accused Liu Xianyu of colluding with an outsider. It was clear he hadn't let anger cloud his judgment. On the contrary, he was remarkably clear-headed, not missing a chance to undermine her even now.
Liu Xianyu held her longsword horizontally, standing between Ning Jiang and Liu Yun. The turn of events had exceeded her expectations, but no matter what, she could not let anything happen to Ning Jiang.
Only she understood just how important Ning Jiang was.
