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Before leaving, Beiting Huang stood on the Flying Sword Weaving Web. The feeling of flying on a sword reminded her of the television dramas in her previous life. Those cultivators rode a sword in the sky freely. On the television, she only saw a flying sword but now, Beiting Huang stepped on three soft swords. They were as soft as woven belts and spun around her, forming a barrier. From afar, she looked like an immortal and was extremely handsome.

“Huang’er, how are you going to thank me?” Yan Ye floated in the air, his purple robe fluttering. His purple eyes were filled with deep affection as he stared at Beiting Huang. His lips curled into a peach blossom-like smile. “Why don’t you thank me with a kiss?”

“Hahaha, alright!” Beiting Huang raised her hand and sent a flying kiss. She turned around and a hearty laugh sounded. Her figure had already flown towards the Wanderer Camp. Her black robe fluttered in the wind, and a circle of white light flashed coldly under the sunlight, making her look like an Asura God of War.

!!

Yan Ye’s purple eyes locked onto her. Even though she had already turned into a black dot on the horizon, he could never get enough of her.

“Agul, since your master has pleaded for you, I will spare your life!” The petal-like lips of Yan Ye gently spat out these words. A strand of long black hair was wrapped around his finger. He carefully took it off and gently wrapped it around the ring finger of his left hand. When a ball of black flame gently jumped on his fingertip, that strand of hair had already been forged into a simple ring that locked his heart.

This strand of hair was left behind by Beiting Huang when she was sleeping in his arms.

The mountain range rose and fell, and the dense forest covered the sun. Countless adventurers died every day in the Soul Breaking Mountain Range. Mei Xiu did not want to die yet. It was not that he cherished his life, but he could not die in peace without seeing His Highness take revenge. His parents had all died in the palace coup in Silver Moon Liberia a few years ago.

“Brother, let’s stop him. You go back and find the leader. Let’s not fight head-on!” Mei Luo was only a nine-starred spirit master, but at the critical moment, she was not afraid of this powerful five-star Holy Beast, the Polar Snow Python. She would rather die and let her brother live.

In front of this five-star snow python, their small team had no way of fighting back at all.

“No, sister, you go first. Go find the leader and the others to save us. Quick, I order you to leave quickly!” Mei Xiu’s weapon ruthlessly smashed towards the snow python. A single blade had already curled up. The strength of a three-star Great Spirit Master could barely make him feel a little pain, but it made him so angry that he swung his tail fiercely at the small team.

Astral winds stirred up leaves and soil. The siblings’ hearts were filled with desolation. Their lives would probably end here.

In the blink of an eye, a snow-white light descended from the sky. A huge net woven from snow-white silk slashed towards the snow python’s head on the ground. This was a sword net woven from soft swords. Every sword was wrapped in a layer of light blue elemental energy. At an extremely fast speed, the interweaving soft swords quickly gathered at the same point. With a majestic aura, they slashed towards the head of the snow python.

Lightning was just so-so!

In everyone’s eyes, only afterimages flashed past. The movement of their gazes was not even one-ten-millionth of the speed at which the flexible swords changed. The eighteen flexible swords intertwined at one point and their aura condensed. The snow-white sword edges, pierced straight into the head of the snow python with a line of light.