"You didn't die?" A flash of shock crossed over Wei Wuqiu's aged face hidden under the black robe.
However, the next moment, she sneered viciously, "It's even better that you didn't die. I want to kill you with my own hands, you little beast!!!"
"You shouldn't have provoked me!" At the same instant, Su Chen spoke.
His voice was calm, yet strangely imbued with a sense of eeriness, and his gaze clearly conveyed a disdain that was innate, natural, and haughty.
"You little beast, even at death's door, you still pretend to play tricks?!" Wei Wuqiu was first taken aback, feeling something was amiss but didn't think too much about it and was about to make a move.
But just then.
Su Chen made the first move.
Suddenly, he raised his hand, and a clear skull symbol appeared on the palm of his hand!
That skull symbol was pitch-black, emitting a secretive divine light, looking not painted but rather engraved deep within the palm.
Subsequently.
