The two voices echoed above Beiting Huang's head as if she was an inanimate object. Beiting Huang raised her head and looked over. The two inquisitors of the Divine Hall of Judgment were dressed in scruffy white priest robes and looked at her as if she was an inanimate object. With their high and mighty expressions, Beiting Huang wished she could summon a large number of Nine-Colored Nirvana Fire to burn the two of them to death.
"You want me to die?" Beiting Huang sneered. "I'm afraid you're not qualified!"
Not to mention that she was trash before, now that she had escaped death again, she cherished her life more than anyone else. Even if she did not have much to rely on to escape, she was not someone these two idiots could kill just like that.
