Limit

In everyone's eyes, Ling Han was quite suspected of having taken liberties with Jing Zhongyue.

It could not be helped. One was a dark guy from the Demon Race, while the other was a fair lady from the Angel Race. The two of them standing together would just be like a beauty and a beast. Now that Ling Han had teased her verbally, in the eyes of the masses, that looked to be taking liberties with her.

Jing Zhongyue's delicate face turned cold, and she attacked continuously. One after another, her attacks turned into harsh Sword Qi. She was like a goddess of war, beautiful and dangerous, lovely yet heroic. Even the males of the Demon Race, Insect Race, and Holy Beasts could not turn their eyes from her, their expressions captivated.

If the result of this battle was decided by the spectators, the victor would doubtlessly be Jing Zhongyue.