Purple opportunity definitely harbored rare treasures — how could An Jing stand by as others snatched it away, especially with the unknown darkness and Xiao Qianqiu looming?
An Jing's body leapt up and transformed into a gust of wind.
"Shi!"
The sword light was cold and clear, piercing through the heavens and the earth, headed straight for the silhouette within the black fog.
"Clang!"
Just as the sword light surged toward the black fog, it seemed to be blocked by a fierce Qi force, erupting into a piercing roar soon after.
An Jing felt a tremendous force transmit through his longsword, nearly causing him to lose his grip.
A First Grade expert!
With just one strike, An Jing could feel that the strength of the person before him was greater than that of Grandmaster Yu Huai by three times.
"Hmm!?"
The person in the black fog glanced at the approaching An Jing, slightly furrowed her brows, then continued carrying Qi Yun by the neck as she moved further away.