The wind seemed to be roaring. Esteemed Sir Lan didn’t know what An Keyi was currently saying to Lin Xi and the others. He was currently furious at himself because he who used to be Green Luan Academy’s number one swordmaster was actually seriously wounded without being able to intercept it. Under the interweaving wind and snow, Lin Xi’s figure in the carriage seemed to have gradually become one with Principal Zhang’s.

Under this type of misconception, he breathed with difficulty. He suddenly felt another strange source of fear.

It was as if a type of mortal threat already arrived, yet he didn’t understand where this fatal threat came from. His body felt ice-cold. There was an indescribable source of impatience surging within him.

The figures of Principal Zhang and Lin Xi, the blade radiance sword shadows of countless battles, they already disappeared. All of this was replaced by the snow-white body of a woman from his memories.

The snow around his body instantly turned into a red brocade. He heard his own throat gasp for air, he could also hear the four Flame Titans’ breathing become exceptionally heavy.

Right at this time, Nangong Weiyang reached out her hand next to Lin Xi. She gripped Lin Xi’s longsword. In just a fraction of a breath of time, her body shook fiercely, as if she suffered an intense backlash. This ordinary carriages’ wheel axles simultaneously released a crack sound. The longsword turned into an astonishing streak of rainbow light, instantly arriving in front of Esteemed Sir Lan in a straight line.

The charming and gentle scene in Esteemed Sir Lan’s consciousness immediately intersected with this...