"Consort Ding?!"
Consort Ding, who had not long finished recovering from his injuries, wore a blank expression as he slowly lowered his hand. It was precisely his sword qi that had crippled one of Yan Hongfei's legs just now.
The gap between a Xiantian martial artist and a Houtian martial artist was immense. Coupled with the fact that it was a sneak attack, there was no room for failure.
Chapter 39