Xuan Mu seemed not to notice the expressions of the crowd at all, and just said coldly: "Only if he is alive can Xi Yue's innocence be proved."
Jin Zeyu and others were stunned at first, then they reacted. Many people in the Huangyi Branch clenched their fists, suppressed the fear in their hearts, and told themselves that Xiyue was fine, and nothing would happen!
On the other side, Nangong Hua froze for a long time before he took a deep breath. He pointed at Nangong Yu in shock and fear, and screamed, "Nangong Yu, what are you doing? Nangong Xin is your uncle! Are you going to kill your own family? Just for a fickle male lover? You..."
Nangong Yu swung out his second sword with a destructive force.
Rolling thunderclouds rushed up to the sky and then fell from the sky.
The crowd watching all had terrified expressions on their faces. The thunder struck down with a loud bang, scaring them so much that they ran away without hearing anything.
The scene was in chaos, and even Madam Nangong was almost knocked down by the crowd.
Everyone, including Lu Zhixi and Yun Jingxue, looked at Nangong Yu with horror.
Nangong Yu looked extremely calm at this moment, but his originally dark eyes were now bright red, as if burning with the fire of hell.
Wherever his eyes went, there was no trace of warmth, but instead it seemed as if he wanted to tear everyone into pieces.
Even Qingluan and Xuanwu were shocked and felt that Nangong Yu at this moment seemed like a completely different person.
Nangong Yu pointed his sword again at Nangong Hua, whose hands were shaking even when holding the magic weapon. "Tell me, where is Xi Yue? Otherwise, I don't mind dragging all of you to hell!"
Nangong Hua stepped back step by step. As a master in the Spirit Severing Stage, he felt overwhelming fear when facing his nephew who was at the same level. He had no courage to fight at all.
Just when the sky was covered with thunderclouds and tensions were high, a clear, pleasant voice, whose male and female voices were indistinguishable, suddenly came from outside the crowd.
"Nangong Yu, I'm here."
The sound penetrated the thunder and reached everyone's ears with a clarity as clear as crystal.
Nangong Yu's movement of raising the sword suddenly froze, his body seemed to be stuck by something, and he could only turn around slowly and stiffly.
The thunderclouds covering the sky slowly disappeared, and the terrifying aura of destruction also gradually dissipated.
Everyone turned around suddenly and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
I saw a handsome young man with a cold expression but a bit of tenderness and comfort in his eyes, looking at Nangong Yu who had a stiff body.
The young man slowly walked towards Nangong Yu, looked up at him, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It was a smile so shallow that it was almost invisible, but people who saw it felt like flowers blooming, and in an instant the clouds and rain stopped, and the sky was clear.
"Nangong Yu, don't worry, I'm here."
Nangong Yu stared at her for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly in his arms.
Hot tears overflowed from his eyes, buried deep in He Xi's fragrant neck, unseen by anyone, and dripped onto the delicate white collarbone.
The scorching temperature, like an imprint of the soul, sank into Hexi's heart, telling of the man's fear and longing, despair and affection.
Nangong Yu, he really regards himself as everything in his life, even more important than his own life.
He Xi reached out, hugged him back, and patted his back gently, as if to calm the man's emotions that were almost out of control: "Nangong Yu, don't worry, I'm fine."
Thinking of his experience in that deserted yard, He Xi was also frightened. (To be continued)