Yan Ruoxue Makes Her Move

Yan Ruoxue looked at the two without the slightest intention of retreating. Instead, her battle intent grew stronger.

The two linen-robed elderly men frowned even more. Yan Ruoxue's identity was extraordinary. If they hurt her, the Yan family would be furious. At that time, it would not be so easy to make peace.

However, it would be completely unacceptable for them to let Qin Yu go just like that.

"Saintess Yan, capturing Qin Yu is the will of the Yan family's Holy Lord, Yan Tianshi." An elderly man mentioned Yan Tianshi in an attempt to intimidate Yan Ruoxue.

However, in Yan Ruoxue's eyes, nothing was more important than Qin Yu.

She said coldly, "No matter whose will, I won't let you touch Qin Yu at all today!"

"Saintess Yan, do you mean it?" a linen-robed elderly man shouted.

Yan Ruoxue's body was surging with a terrifying internal qi as she said, "Stop talking nonsense. If you want to attack Qin Yu, step over my body!"