Crown Prince Dongzhou
At this point in time, Loren didn't know what to say.
One side of her face was swollen.
His jaw was dislocated.
Blood constantly flowed out.
Even if the long wound on his arm was healed, it would definitely leave a long scar later on.
However, there was nothing she could do in the face of such bullying.
At this moment, Luo Xiayan hated himself for his cowardice, and even more so, hated himself for not possessing the slightest bit of Spiritual Energy.
"What are you going to use to compete with me?"
"Just based on that face of yours?"
Wu Xuan picked up the sharp sword by her side and lightly slapped it against Luo Xiayan's face. The cold black iron made Luo Xiayan's body involuntarily tremble.
What was she going to do?