"I spared your life back then, why seek death now?"
The autumn wind was bleak.
The vast wilderness was permeated with the thick scent of blood.
A dire sense of lethality.
"Hahaha, you killed my husband and my fellow disciples, should I be grateful to you? I only regret that my strength was inadequate to avenge my husband's death. Now, death is the only end for me, why waste words?" Feng Min laughed madly, her beautiful face twisted with resentment and despair.
"Indeed, I made too much of it," said Chen Li, feeling somewhat bored.
Hatred had already been cast in stone, what good would more words do?
The next moment.
Chen Li's body flashed, and with a few leaps, he crossed dozens of meters, his sword light flashing like lightning.
One sword broke through her defense.
And then another sword beheaded her!
The beauty's head rolled on the ground.
"Finally, it's over!"
