A chill came with this sword. It felt like it could freeze a person’s soul. The face that was smiling beautifully like a flower had become cold-hearted in the blink of an eye.

Long Chen was shocked to see Leng Yueyan seemingly tear straight through space to teleport in front of him. This was an inconceivable movement art. Long Chen couldn’t even grasp the path of her sword, and he had to react with his intuition.

A chill cut through Long Chen’s face. Blood slowly dripped down.

Long Chen’s sword was severed. The severed half fall to the ground. This Ancestral item was now broken, its item-spirit annihilated.

“You were distracted. Haven’t I already told you that since you’re the man I favor, I will kill you?” reminded Leng Yueyan.

“I understand. Fine, then let’s see who lives or dies!” replied Long Chen coldly.

He completely gave up on curing Leng Yueyan. He didn’t have any more fantasies about converting her, even if the Eastern Wasteland Bell had said that he would one day understand...