Across from her, Han Hongyue watched Huang Yuanzheng, who had been severely injured by a Mysterious Ice Flood Dragon in one strike, and couldn't help but flash a few threads of mocking cold laughter in her beautiful eyes.
"Even the South Asian Martial Arts Grandmaster who backs you fled in terror at the sight of the Xuanbing Jiaomang, yet you still foolishly think of taking my life. I really don't know what to say to you!"
With one strike inflicting heavy damage, Huang Yuanzheng fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Looking again at Han Hongyue's furious eyes, now filled with endless hatred.
"Wretched woman... I only hate that heaven is blind, to actually let you obtain the Spirit Beast's submission!"
As Huang Yuanzheng spoke, anger filled his eyes, laden with deep resentment.
"Victors be kings, losers be bandits. If you're going to kill, then kill!"
Han Hongyue couldn't help but mockingly sneer upon hearing Huang Yuanzheng's words.
