Duan Yun's Sword Immortal Dharma Image transformed behind him, changing from White Silk to Black Silk, and his temperament shifted from pure and dignified to cold and ruthless.
The next moment, his body emitted Sword Qi like silky rain, turning his entire form hazy like smoke.
The key was his frenzied voice.
"Sister, I'm coming to capture you alive!"
The Murong siblings, who were originally concerned about his safety, reacted in an instant.
This is Old Demon Duan, for crying out loud.
Though blamed for countless unfounded accusations, he is still the Old Demon.
Thus, they immediately started worrying about their sister again.
"Wanwan! Be careful!"
White-haired Witch Fu Wanjun was also startled.
Looking at the man in front of her, so clean and appearing as if a feeble doctor, she thought he would be easy to handle, but his actions were unexpected.
His opening move was the extremely difficult sword finger combined with the Dharma Image, showing no lack of strength.
