Chapter Two Hundred and Seven: Imprisonment_3

As his breath settled, the Saint's Soul Power surged once again, and Xu Yuan, holding the blade of the Qingyu Sword, flicked his wrist upwards.

Before Nalan You's astonished gaze, the head flew off.

Xu Yuan said with a calm smile,

"Really, what made you think that the people from the City Defense Office would dare to make a move against me?"

"Rubbish!!"

Accompanied by an angry voice full of surprise, a towering figure appeared behind Xu Yuan.

Xuan Yuan slowly turned his gaze, performing a French military salute,

"Commander Tang, it's been two years, is your temper still so explosive?"

Commander Tang's knuckles cracked audibly as he glared at the dandy before him,

"This man was the Sixth Prince from the Great Desert's royal court, personally invited by His Majesty. And you just killed him like that?!"

Xuan Yuan collected his expression and stared back at the towering man, a look of surprise slowly dawning in his eyes as his mouth fell open,

"What?"

"...."