"If you dare touch a single hair on their heads, I'll make you wish you were dead!" Just as the two women were in a standoff with Shen Cheng, an icy voice echoed from the distance. A streak of purplish-black light shot out from the depths of Wanshe Mountain, coming to a stop above the crowd.
"Brother Haoran!" Seeing the figure, both Ji Lingxuan and Lady Ya cried out in delighted surprise, the icy auras around them receding back into their bodies.
At that moment, Shen Haoran hovered in mid-air, hand in hand with Xue Ling, an indifferent look on his face. Behind him, the Fire Vajra, which stood taller than a man, wore a grim expression, like a bodyguard. A powerful aura radiated from it, sending a chill through the hearts of the crowd below.
