Song Jie coldly looked at Wang Hao, "Boy, even if your talent is unparalleled, when this young master says you die, you die."
Zhao Yiling's chilly voice came through, "Song Jie, if you dare to kill him, I will surely kill you."
Looking at Zhao Yiling surrounded by two black-clothed men, Song Jie sneered, "Zhao Yiling, you might kill me, but my dad will certainly kill you. Then, we won't share a bed in life, but we may share a grave in death."
At his words, everyone on the scene shuddered violently. Song Jie was a complete psycho, to be infatuated with Zhao Yiling to such an extent.
"You..." Zhao Yiling was furious, her entire body erupting in streaks of lightning as she charged at the two black-clothed men.
"Willing to kill me, you must be ready to be killed by me." Wang Hao quirked his lips, and with a flip of his right hand, a Level 5 Alloy Giant Sword appeared in his grasp.
