As the two were talking, Peng Bing, who was standing to the side, was about to give up.

He was able to become the leader of a force, so naturally he was very powerful. But in front of Li Shiyun, she was completely beaten and couldn't fight back.

The lack of weapons is one reason.

But the bigger reason is the gap in strength.

In terms of raw power, he is indeed no match for Li Shiyun.

If he continues to resist, he will surely die.

Therefore, Peng Bing asked for help again.

The city lord gave Li Xinyue a wink, and Li Xinyue immediately spoke up, "Xiaoyun, stop!"

"Godmother, don't worry about it, I'm going to kill this old man today!" Li Shiyun's spoiled voice rang out, but her attack did not stop; instead, it became even more ferocious.

The heavy sword, taller than her, was wielded with impenetrable force; from a distance, her petite figure appeared to be enveloped by a giant metal curtain.

This giant metal screen was moving closer to Peng Bing.

It's like a tank charging at an ordinary infantryman.

How can infantrymen, with their flesh and blood, possibly fight tanks head-on?

The only option is to keep retreating and dodging.

"Xiaoyun, we're here as guests. Is this polite?" Li Xinyue's originally gentle voice turned stern. "Stop right now, or you'll never call me godmother again!"

Upon hearing this, Li Shiyun's face showed a conflicted expression. After a while, she stopped, stood with her sword in hand, and glared at Peng Bing with a resentful expression: "Old Deng, I'll let you live a little longer."

Upon hearing this, Peng Bing was filled with rage. He was the leader of a powerful force, and when had he ever been insulted like this by a little girl?

I'm so angry...

Don't even mention it.

The last time I was this angry was when I discovered that Peng Yong's urn was mostly filled with yellow soil...