"Yao Yue Saintess, you really survived, what a nuisance."
Liang Hui advanced, his expression gentle without any intent to kill, as if he were conversing with an old friend.
"Disappointed, aren't you? I had left behind a life-saving trick in advance." Her red lips slightly parted, her eyes sparkling, like a pool of autumn water.
"It's not about being disappointed or not, it's just an extra hassle."
The young man's words were brimming with confidence, unobscured.
"Qin Taozi, you're too arrogant. By my side are two, one is a top True Realization Taoist, the other a Martial Artist who has succeeded in exchanging his blood."
"Enough to slay you."
"Slay me? One who can only scurry away in defeat, one middle-aged man who has merely changed his blood and is still nothing, along with you, a weakling that I can strike down amidst laughter."
Liang Hui sneered.
