Chương 1077: Qingjue Couldn't Resist Taking Action

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.