Song Yuxiu gritted his teeth, his mouth filled with the smell of blood, "Mother, I told you long ago, Zhiyi is my life!"

"You wretch, I'll kill you!"

Chen seemed to be provoked by these words. She pulled her son away, raised the dagger, and stabbed at Chen Zhiyi again.

No one dared to step forward, for fear of being accidentally injured.

The red stamens and green lotus leaves, protecting their master, had already stood in front of Shen Zhiyi.

But Chen seemed to have gone mad, wildly stabbing with a dagger. Green Lotus was stabbed in the arm. Everything happened too fast. Just as the dagger was about to touch Shen Zhiyi, Song Yuxiu rushed over to protect her again...

But unexpectedly,

The next second,

A spirit arrow shot out with a gust of wind, passing through the crowd.

With a "whoosh!"

The arrow struck Chen's right hand, where he was holding the dagger.

It runs through the wrist.

The dagger fell to the ground with a thud.

Chen screamed in pain as blood streamed down her wrist. The next second, a spear suddenly pierced the air and embedded itself diagonally in the ground at her feet, standing between her and Chen Zhiyi.

Keep a distance between the two people!

Chen was so frightened that she dared not take another step forward.

Everyone immediately turned their heads and saw a man sitting on horseback, covered in dust, dressed in tight clothes, armed with weapons, sitting proudly.

Under the sunlight, the black armor gleamed blindingly, and the horses' hooves kicked up dust.

As the wind rose, the black ribbon binding his hair fluttered.

He had the refined and handsome appearance of a scholar, yet he couldn't hide the chilling and murderous aura emanating from him.

His gaze was stern, and his voice was hoarse:

"Anyone who commits violence in the street should be killed!"

Everyone's hearts pounded with fear at his imposing presence, but Shen Zhiyi's lips suddenly curled into a smile...