"Wait!" The cold and detached voice of Revered Shenyin rang out just in time. Her figure fluttered out, landing between Jiang Yuntian and the Blood Axe, facing the Blood Axe with an indifferent expression.
"Battle Lord Blood Axe, why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken? This scoundrel is a defeated opponent of mine; leave him to me to handle. You just stand guard for me and watch out for any petty scoundrels in the formation trying to launch a sneak attack."
Her words carried a sense of taken-for-granted arrogance.
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