Xie Jieyu was holding Mr. Han's head in her hand.

Her crimson thin sword, with a blade as thin as a willow leaf, was placed on Nalan Xin's neck. He had never felt so terrified because of the strange mixture of coldness and heat from the blade. He trembled all over.

"How could this be?

"Where did this female Martial Demigod with terrifying strength come from?

"Even Mr. Han was killed?

"Things are in a bad way ...