Just then, Seville's icy gaze swept over, and Su An'an subconsciously lowered her head to avoid it.
At that moment, Yan Tian suddenly flew into a rage, swinging his sharp claws at Seville.
"You have the nerve to show your face? Nicola's disappearance happened right after she met with you."
"SWISH!"
A silver light flashed. Seville's Feather Blade precisely sliced off a lock of hair from Yan Tian's forehead.
With a beat of his Wings, a storm of black feathers hung like daggers before the throats of Yan Tian, Nemo, and Lu Chengfeng.
"You actually believe I would harm Nicola for Su An'an's sake?"
His voice was laced with ice, and fury churned in his eyes.
Since retiring from the Interstellar music scene, he had been bombarded with countless insults, but none had ever enraged him like this.
The rumors calling him "love-crazed" and a "sycophant to the venomous Su An'an."
They made him want to tear the mastermind behind them to shreds.
