"Heh. Your greed truly has no bounds," Ji Xiaoman uttered coldly.
"What did I do wrong?" Wang Hanyi replied gently. "You know it very well. In this world, whoever has the bigger fist wins. This young man is destined to be torn into pieces by me… In fact, he should be grateful that it was me who came today."
Ji Xiaoman's eyes turned cold. "You are right. This world is determined by the size of one's fist."
As her voice fell, Ji Xiaoman's red hair glowed brighter, her entire body emitting a murderous aura.
Wang Hanyi revealed a gentle smile. "You've never changed, Xiaoman… You're still as beautiful as usual."
"Shut up!" Ji Xiaoman roared furiously.
A surge of crimson energy erupted from her body, painting the sky with a bloody hue. The air crackled with the oppressive weight of the Law of Slaughter, its chilling aura sending shivers down the spines of even the most seasoned cultivators.
