"Don't come over, this is my business. " Mu Liufeng said as he sensed Ling Chuxi's intentions.
He didn't turn around, but his tone was unprecedentedly solemn and persistent, not allowing any rebuttal.
Ling Chuxi bit her lip. After knowing him for so long, mu Liufeng had never spoken to her in such a tone. She could not object.
Golden light filled the sky, and the wind and clouds rumbled. The Golden-robed priest's sword slashed down, bringing with it a curtain of light that seemed to have substance.
Mu Liufeng let out a long howl as his sword glowed with light.
Amidst the deafening sound, mu Liufeng was sent flying back along with his sword.
The sword in his hand shattered inch by inch, and his meridians and internal organs were also severely injured. Blood stained his white long robe, making him look miserable.