A cold and murderous intent shot out of Yun Bixue's eyes when she heard the confidence in Wang Qianjin's words. "Young Master Wang, don't be too conceited. If you were to die right now, the balance between the Northern Xie and Southern Wang would be disrupted. Can you bear to lose everyone and everything? Besides, don't you think it's a pity to die just like that? Don't you feel that you haven't enjoyed life fully, Casanova Young Master Wang?"
Yun Bixue's words were dripping with provocation, causing Wang Qianjin to narrow his intoxicating eyes. He looked coldly at her and continued to smile. "Yun Bixue, you want to kill me, but it's such a shame that you're not capable enough."
Yun Bixue hugged Xie Limo even tighter, and the corners of her lips curled up. "You'll find out after we have a go. I may not win against you, but I might be able to kill you, Wang Qianjin!"
The corners of Wang Qianjin's eyes twitched. He drawled, "Oh, you might be able to kill me?"
