The evil monk said anxiously, "You, what do you want to do?"
"Heh, what do you think?" Ye Wudao played with the dagger in his hand, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"You little brat, you, do you believe I can kill this little bitch?" the evil monk threatened Ye Wudao.
"Heh, suit yourself, she's not my wife anyway!" Ye Wudao responded indifferently.
"You!" The evil monk was stunned; this guy was tough!
"Since that's the case, I'll kill this woman to vent my anger first!" the evil monk's face twisted menacingly, intending to destroy what he couldn't possess.
"Don't!" Xia Wuwei shouted.
At that moment, Ye Wudao made his sudden move.
Whoosh!
The silver needle shot out like a bullet, instantly firing at the evil monk's forehead.
Not good!
Being a Eighth-Grade Great Grandmaster, the evil monk reacted very quickly, blocking with his hand.
Crack!
His right hand was pierced by the silver needle, blood dripping profusely.
