Moreover, even if she possessed the sacred artifact, her cultivation was far too inferior to Chu Yue Ling's; it was impossible for her to utilize it.
At the moment, Princess Xidie found herself in a dire situation. If she stayed, her fate would not be a pleasant one, and the outcome of leaving with the Devil Cloud Thirty-Six Knights was self-explanatory.
"It seems the princess won't shed tears until she sees the coffin," the burly man sneered as he saw the situation, his expression becoming stern and his gaze ferocious. He was ready to break Princess Xidie's legs first, then plunder what he could, taking advantage of the opportunity to reap some benefits.
"Take her away!" The burly man prepared to make his move, commanding his subordinates at the same time.
But just then, from the distant horizon, a cold shout suddenly pierced through.
"Today, none of you are leaving!"
"Who is it?"
The burly man furrowed his brow, his head sharply lifting to look towards the sky.