Yu Qingyang stood up.
The silver armor on his body creaked.
The Golden spear emitted a merciless and sharp light.
He came to the center of the field.
He looked at the White-robed White Lotus saintess, who was like a pure Lotus that had emerged from the mud, walking over.
There was a complicated look in his eyes.
He hated the White Lotus saintess. He hated her for having a change of heart and for making her lose her dignity.
However, all hatred was born from love.
If you don't love someone, where would there be hate?
"Jiang xuexin, have you ever regretted it?" He released his cultivation base at the eighth transformation of the middle star level, which far surpassed Xia qingchen's.
Today, Xia qingchen was going to die in his hands.
Jiang Xue knew that his strength had improved greatly, but did he ever regret it?
"No, I didn't," Jiang Xue lowered her head.
