"Hmph!"
The cultivator sneered arrogantly, "Li Miao Zhen, as disciples of Taiyi Mountain, how could we fear death? Kill or slaughter as you please.
However, don't be too presumptuous, sooner or later a fellow sect member will kill you to avenge us..."
Bang!
Before he could finish his sentence, Li Miao Zhen struck him down with a palm.
Finally, she turned her attention toward Zhuo Feifan, "What about you, will you talk or not?"
Zhuo Feifan's face turned somewhat pale.
He had heard of the ferocity of the Beast Taming Sect's Li Miao Zhen, but only when facing her directly did he truly understand how formidable this woman was.
"I..."
He wanted to show a tough side, not fearing death. He wanted to curse Li Miao Zhen aloud, displaying his unyielding spirit at the moment of death.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he found his voice was somewhat hoarse, his throat a bit dry.
