If she could use words to drive off these three people, that would be ideal.
"Killing us is not as simple as you think."
Mengmeng stood up, her voice cold as she spoke.
Boom!
As she spoke, a vast power burst forth, enveloping the night sky, astonishingly able to rival the black-clad silhouette.
Compared to the black-clad silhouette, this power seemed slightly weaker, yet it conveyed a sense of being on the same level.
"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!"
The black-clad silhouette said no more, darting forward in a single step, targeting Yang Jing, flicking a finger, and shooting out sharp True Qi like a sharp sword aimed at Yang Jing's heart.
Clang!
Yang Jing hurriedly raised the giant axe to guard himself, the sharp True Qi clashed against the giant axe, both emitting the sound of metal clashing.
Yang Jing felt a tremendous force assail him, causing him to step back involuntarily.
Swish!
