Seeing this, Qian Yuxi felt as though her heart were on fire. Disregarding her own frail and weakened state, she struggled to step forward and help. Murong Guan hurried over to steady her, saying anxiously, "Sister Qian, your injuries haven't healed yet, you mustn't move around!" Qian Yuxi bit her lip, her eyes filled with worry, "But Xuanyuan Chen..."
At that critical juncture, Murong Xiande, standing below the stage, keenly sensed that something was amiss. His brow furrowing instantly, he had no time for hesitation; with a light tap of his toes against the ground, his entire body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow string.
Just as Murong Guanshan's blade wind was about to touch Xuanyuan Chen, Murong Xiande relied on his own formidable spiritual pressure to forcefully block that fierce onslaught.
Chapter 167