Washing the Nine Temples with Blood (9)

Jun Wu Xie stood calmly in the hall. Despite Nangong Lie revealing his Spirit Ring, there was no reaction from her at all. On her cold face, not the slightest fluctuations could be seen and it was as if nothing had happened at all.

Her calmness had became extremely dazzling in his eyes. He could only fight hard as he stood up from his seat and brought a faint glow to the red Spirit Ring in his hand.

At this moment, in the entire hall, only the screams of Da Han was endless, while the others were already holding their breaths.

"Master Nangong...save...save me..." Da Han's ashened face was twisted in pain as his pair of eyes looked anxiously at Nangong Lie with hope.

Nangong Lie slowed down his breath and stared at Jun Wu Xie's every move. He was very cautious and did not dare to relax.