Shocking Venomous Consort: Frivolous Miss

Ling Chuxi gripped the hilt of her sword tightly. As her True Qi circulated, the Cang Yuan Sword let out a clear cry. This battle might be very difficult, but she had to fight. She couldn't afford to lose, not for the people behind her.

Just as Ling Chuxi was about to attack with all her strength, she was interrupted by a cold but pleasant voice from behind her. "Let me do it."

Ling Chuxi was slightly stunned. It was a familiar voice, one that could calm her.

His long hair was as silver as the brightest galaxy in the night sky. It was so enchanting and brilliant that made it difficult for people to keep their eyes open. That handsome face that seemed to come from a painting; that warm smile that made one feel comfortably cosy; his face had long been engraved in her heart.

Even Zhang Yuhong, who thought himself extraordinary, felt ashamed by his own inferiority as he hung his head low.

No one knew when he appeared. It was as if he had been standing there the whole time, but without the majestic and domineering aura he had until now. He remained calm and indifferent as if he was otherworldly.

At this moment, it was as if the entire world only existed for him and only him.

He was Huangfu Qingjue.

"Qingjue," said Ling Chuxi in a low voice. She saw that his face had turned slightly pale and knew that he had forcefully broken the seal. How could she not worry?

"It's fine. He's just a clown," said Huangfu Qingjue indifferently as he squeezed Ling Chuxi's hand. Then, he slowly walked toward the old man.

With one step, the invisible pressure released by the old man became much weaker. With another step, everyone felt their breathing become smoother and their bodies felt lighter.

From the moment Huangfu Qingjue appeared, the old man's expression started to change slightly. With the handsome figure 'floating' towards him, he didn't dare take another step.

At some point, the clouds dispersed and the bright moonlight reached the ground, clear and transparent. The moonlight seemed to be focused on Huangfu Qingjue's body and his tall slender figure appeared even more mysterious.

The old man wanted to take a step forward with great difficulty, but just as he raised his leg, he involuntarily took half a step back.

The old man gritted his teeth and roared into the sky. He gripped his broadsword tightly as he made his attack on Huangfu Qingjue with a powerful aura surging over like a wave.

It wasn't just Su Yizhi and the others. Even the black-clothed masked men couldn't help but take a few steps back, their faces filled with shock.

However, Huangfu Qingjue's expression didn't change at all. He unsheathed his sword and slashed out casually.

The sword light scattered and the old man's oppressive aura earlier turned into a thin mist.

In an instant, the entire night sky seemed to be illuminated by the clear sword light. The world fell silent as if submitting to the will of the sword.

With a swing of his sword, Huangfu Qingjue sent the old man flying into a wall as he crashed with a bang with a muffled groan. The corner of the green stone wall was knocked down instantly. Blood had already seeped out from the corner of his mouth but he endured it so that he did not spit out a mouthful of blood.

Everyone was so shocked that they did not even dare to breathe loudly. The movement of his sword was so casual and easy, yet it was unstoppable. It was as if the sword willed the world.

If the feeling that the old man gave off a moment ago was like a towering mountain that could not be crossed, then Huangfu Qingjue's aura gave one the feeling of the universe was in the palms of Huangfu Qingjue.