C483 The inversion of the solemn

The corner of Han Feng's eyes twitched, and he firmly held onto the hilt of his battle blade. "Snow Wind, you traitor. How dare you treat the Empress in such a manner, you will definitely die a graveless death in the future!"

The blade in Snow Wind's hand, was placed on Yun Zihuang's shoulder. The sharp blade was pointed at her delicate neck, coldly looking away from Han Feng