"That high position only belongs to the capable," Qiao Jie said with a touch of bloody madness in his eyes. "We will know if Miss Yue has that ability after a try!"
With that said, Qiao Jie pounced forward like a black panther. At the same time, another person moved. Long Yuan held the long black sword and raised it with a frosty face. He swept his sword with a sharp swooshing sound, crashing into Qiao Jie's long metal blade. The force of the collision blasted away everything in its path with a tremendous bang and turned into spiritual pressure that quickly dispersed throughout the area.
"What she wants will definitely fall into her hands," Long Yuan stated.
Long Yuan's voice was low, but it revealed a resolute momentum like as decisive as the creation of rainbow after the rain.
