Shen Ruoxi tightly gripped the treasure sword, the piercing cold light shimmering on the blade exuding an intimidating chill.
In just a moment, over a dozen people swiftly appeared before her.
"Marshal!" Several people urgently shouted and were about to rush towards Jun Moling without regard for anything.
However, the Dragon Roar Sword in Shen Ruoxi's hand suddenly swung horizontally, forcibly blocking their path!
The morning light spilled over her slightly disheveled hair without diminishing her unparalleled beauty in the slightest.
Everyone looked at the woman in front of them, wondering to themselves, who exactly is she? Why did she suddenly appear here?
Was it she who saved the marshal?
The leader, a graceful man in his forties, with a face full of urgency, said, "Miss, was it you who saved him?"
"Indeed!" Shen Ruoxi replied crisply, her voice clear and determined.
