"Junior Sister Zhao, what's..."
Wang He, who had been leading the way and showing off his knowledge, watched this sudden scene unfold, and the smile on his face instantly froze.
The attendants behind him saw what was happening and were about to step forward to intervene, but they were sent flying after a single clash, collapsing to the ground with painful groans.
The chattering discussion among the group of Jasper Pool Sect disciples also came to an abrupt halt.
Many of them still didn't understand what was happening and could only cast confused and uneasy glances toward Zhao Dieyi.
Each of the armed guards before them exuded a potent Evil Qi and a murderous aura, causing the pretty faces of the young women, who had little to no experience with real combat, to turn pale.
Many of them couldn't help but tremble.
Meanwhile, Zhao Dieyi's brows were tightly knit, her pretty face was tense, and her hands clenched her sleeves as she glared hostilely at the approaching Jiang Lan.
