"Surrender now, Hong Luanliang, and I might spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame my sword for being merciless!"
Mu Bingxuan coldly warned Hong Luanliang, who was already riddled with sword wounds and struggling to stand. But instead of slowing, the longsword in her hand only grew faster, her attacks more ferocious!
If Hong Luanliang reacted a fraction too slow or his movements faltered in the slightest, Mu Bingxuan's sword would pierce his body without hesitation.
Hearing Mu Bingxuan's words, Hong Luanliang wanted to curse back defiantly. 'Like hell I need you to spare me!'
But reality brought him back to his senses. If he dared to shout those words, given Mu Bingxuan's ruthless nature, she would undoubtedly run him through.
At this thought, Hong Luanliang instinctively glanced aside and saw Luo Qinghe watching from a short distance. "Luo Qinghe, hurry and help me!" he yelled desperately. "Together, we can definitely take down Mu Bingxuan!"
