They say true heroes are forged with an iron will, yet few speak of the chivalrous heart that beats beneath. Though Ye Li was merely a woman, the stubborn resilience of her retreating figure was deeply engraved in everyone's minds. If she were to perish like a flower in the wind, it would truly be a tragic pity.
For a moment, the onlookers could only jump to their feet, watching helplessly as that streak of sword light shot straight toward her.
Seeing this, Yang Jin flew into a towering rage. The original purpose of this selection was to choose the top ten elites for Qintian, but no one could have anticipated outsiders coming to cause trouble. Moreover, the intruder clearly intended to cut down one of Qintian's own people with a single sword. Thus, Yang Jin's expression was ashen, about as grim as a face could possibly be.
Chapter 114