Jin Sheng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
With great difficulty, he had stabilized his internal injuries, but just a few words of conversation with her had triggered them anew.
Filled with resentment by the irritation, irritation surged up to Jin Sheng's head.
In a moment, he didn't bother to think before speaking, consumed with the thought that since she had disgusted him, he should disgust her in return.
Thus, in a death-wishing manner, he shouted towards the woman in red, who was already flying in the sky with sword control:
"I saw it; you invited that little corpse demon to drink with you. It was even the mud wine you brought from Beiliao Town. Have you fallen for him?"
As soon as he spoke, a black chess piece, heavy as a mountain, crashed down.
With a booming sound, it landed in front of him.
His voice abruptly ended, and in front of his boots, smoke billowed and the ground caved in, creating a deep pit with a diameter of five meters and a depth of ten meters.
