A whirlwind flashed by, and a figure appeared in front of Zhou Xuan, slicing through the air with a katana, the massive hand falling from above instantly dispersed, dissolving into nothingness.
And this person stood before Zhou Xuan, eyes coldly fixed on Ying Yue.
"How dare you harm my junior sister, you're seeking death!"
This was a young man with black hair and a stern face, surrounded by an overflow of energy, his hair fluttering, wearing a rustling kimono, katana in hand, seemingly like a samurai from a movie.
Valiant, masculine, righteous, unyielding!
Upon seeing him, the ladies present had their eyes brighten, words like these emerging in their minds, secretly admiring him.
Indeed, this person's face was chiseled, his hair wild, exuding a strong masculine charm, at least a dozen times more handsome than Ying Yue's appearance at that moment!