Qian Shan, whose life and death were in the hands of song qingxiao, heard her words. She heard it as if she knew him. However, her cultivation was extremely high, while he was only in the realm of divine separation. He thought about it, but he couldn't remember that the two of them had met.
To him back then, song qingxiao was too weak. He had killed her like a bug and did not care about her identity at all.
But now, the situation had reversed.
The young man in her hand was no longer as arrogant as he used to be. Fear and pleading slowly flowed out of his eyes as tears flowed. He could not even resist in front of her.
The current her was naturally more qualified to call herself a God than Qian Shan had been. As long as she used a little force, she would be able to control his life and death, and see his ugly state.
What was a God? What was a human?
Song qingxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She let go, and Qian Shan fell to the ground with a thud.
