“Cang Lu, how dare you!” Li Guanqi roared.0

Cang Lu tossed out a projection stone and thrust the Red Lotus Sword—still trapped in the black threads—toward He Yuning’s heart.0

“No!”0

Sensing the energy ripples from Cang Lu’s body, He Yuning finally realized that the Li Guanqi rushing toward them was the real one.0

Li Guanqi hoped He Yuning had something to defend himself with. He Yuanting had surely given him many defense-type magical treasures. 0

Sure enough, the bamboo flute and jade pendant hanging on He Yuning’s waist were magical items crafted by his father’s expert hands. But the tiny cubic seal had obscured He Yuning’s aura,...0