The Ice Soul Fairy of the Kunlun Sect was surrounded by cold air, and more than twenty experts formed a Three Talents Array, their momentum colder than the frost on the grasslands. "Yili, hand over the Naiman Seal, and we'll spare your whole body!" Hu Shen pointed his whip towards the city wall, the iron thorns on the tip still dripping with the blood of the herdsmen plundered the day before.
Yili's lips curled into a mocking cold smile, a smile born of innate pride and disdain: "If you want the Naiman Seal, you'll have to step over my corpse first!" Her words were like heavy hammers striking everyone's hearts.
Liu Guihua swung the Spirit Snake Whip, the barb on its tip scraping off half the face of a Jinyi Guard: "Do these dogs deserve to negotiate terms?"
Seeing this, Yili shouted loudly: "Well done, sister! Let these Imperial Court scoundrels know that we Naiman are not to be trifled with!"
