"What do you want?" The Elder's face was stiff. He could never imagine that one day, as the Elder of the Blood Moon Sect, he would be defeated by a sect disciple.
"What do I want?" Ye Qingtang lifted her eyebrows and smiled at the Elder of the Blood Moon Sect, who appeared very insidious. She knocked her fingers on the handle of the sword. The subtle vibration was transmitted to the Elder's body through the sword. Though he would not be dead as there was no blood loss, the pain was extremely sharp.
Ye Qingtang squinted her eyes and bent her body lower. She stared at the red eyes of the Elder and suddenly said.
"Submission or death?"
The Elder's face immediately darkened.
How familiar the sentence was to him. That was what he said to the disciples of the Xuanling Sect previously!
"You dare to ask me to succumb? I am the Elder of the Blood Moon Sect. You are nobody! How dare you to… Arhhh…."
