Little Qinghua tightly closed her eyes, bowing her head in fear, waiting for the holy sword to strike her.
But after waiting for a while, the expected pain did not arrive. Little Qinghua slowly lowered her head, carefully opened her eyes to look, only to see a hand reaching around from beside her neck, with the slender middle and index fingers gleaming with white sword aura, pinching the blazing holy sword, preventing it from descending any further.
"Guan... Brother..." Little Qinghua joyfully turned her head, and sure enough, she saw Chen Guan, his whole body radiating pure white sword aura, like a Sword Immortal descending to earth, looking down at her.
"Little Qinghua, sorry you had to endure this. Rest to the side for now, watch me handle this," Chen Guan's eyes turned towards Luo Yuanfei, filled with icy intent.
"Okay." Little Qinghua quickly got up and moved behind Chen Guan, just like when she was a child.
