"You little beast, you crippled Brother Bai and killed Brother Zhao Li, I will kill you to avenge them!" Qing'er said, her eyes red and her expression ferocious.
As she spoke, she drew her longsword, ready to fight Zhang Xiaohao desperately.
"Niece Qing'er, you're no match for him!" the white-haired old man, who had been silent until now, said indifferently.
"Ah!" Qing'er exclaimed.
She turned back to look at the revered elder before her.
It was like a drowning child grasping at the last straw.
"Revered elder, you must avenge Brother Bai and Zhao Li! This little beast dared to kill members of the Dragon Soul; you must flay him alive and tear him to pieces!" Qing'er pleaded.
"Hmm, those who dare offend our Dragon Soul only have one path to death!" the white-haired old man arrogantly declared.
He grabbed Qing'er's chin with one hand, his face showing a fiery desire.
