After the screams, the triple flames dissipated, and the Silver Moon Demon King had been reduced to ashes.
After dealing with Silver Moon Demon King, Yang Chen pretended to be surprised when he looked at Su Yao and exclaimed, "Miss Su, did you defeat Windstorm Demon King already?"
"Hmph, Young Master Yang, do you really think I'm an idiot?" Su Yao crossed her arms, her face flushed.
"..." Yang Chen was caught between laughter and tears.
He felt a bit helpless looking at this angrily blushing woman.
He realized that he had encountered a clever woman. Obviously, she had figured out that he faked his loss.
It was true. Su Yao, as the senior sister of the Northern Territory Sect, was no ordinary person. How could she sit firmly in the position of senior sister without any brains?
