"Little girl, sorry, but this boy is mine. You have no right to touch him."
The red-clad woman slightly furrowed her eyebrows, never expecting someone bold enough to disturb her.
Ignoring that, the sword in her hand sped up, apparently aiming straight for Ren Feifan's chest.
"Little girl, it seems you intend to stand against me. Since this is the case, I apologize in advance."
An elderly figure appeared in front of Ren Feifan, pinching the red-clad woman's sword between two fingers.
The red-clad woman was shocked. Her full-force strike was blocked, and it seemed like the old man had done it with ease?
She had never seen this old man before, but he gave her a sense of danger.
"Who are you? Why do you interfere in the affairs of the Valley of the Dead?"
The cold voice of the red-clad woman rang out.
The old man chuckled, his face wrinkling up.
Ren Feifan looked at the elder before him, his perception of the Demon King entirely collapsing.
