As soon as Stone Millet moved, his followers followed suit, each brandishing their magic treasures, confronting Fan Renruo's faction.
The atmosphere was tense, both sides were ready for combat!
But no one acted rashly.
Seeing this, Fan Hongshuang sternly shouted, "Everyone, don't worry about my safety, attack together and kill Wang Xiaoqiang, avenge the sect leader!"
Fan Renruo's faction glanced over but didn't move. First, Fan Hongshuang was in Wang Xiaoqiang's hands. Second, they knew Wang Xiaoqiang's strength far surpassed theirs; not only could they not kill him, but they might also cost Fan Hongshuang her life.
"Hmph, you want to die, but I won't let you!" Wang Xiaoqiang playfully lifted Fan Hongshuang's jade-like sharp chin with the invisible needle and smiled, "What a beautiful woman, such a pity if you were to die!"
Fan Hongshuang's face changed greatly upon hearing this, trembling as she asked, "You, what do you want?"
