"Shiyi is right, grievances have a source and debts a payer. This has nothing to do with us. So, um, Fairy Mo... Mo Yue, let's hope we meet again, or better yet, not meet again."
Mo Shiyi and Nangong Jianchen spoke as they madly fled in an instant, for they had already noticed the intense killing intent emanating from that graceful figure, nearly smothering in its malignancy. In all their time within the 'Hundred Sects Battle Domain', they had never encountered such a terrifying murderous intent.
The icy glint in those enchanting eyes seemed like an eternal iceberg, sending a chill down one's spine.
And the second after the trio vanished into thin air.
"Ahh——!!!"
A cry of shame and resentment shattered the deathly silence of the void, as Yunmo Yue's chest heaved rapidly with utmost fury, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, clearly reaching the brink of overwhelming indignation.
