"Such a Demon, such a vile spawn! Everyone has the right to kill him!"
Long Qingwan's elegant brows furrowed, and she immediately rebuked him coldly.
"Fine. Since you want to kill me—very well. I, Ye Tianling, swear on my supreme Divine Blood! I will definitely shove a Profound Ice Cold Iron Rod up you! I'll make you wish you were dead, make you suffer endless humiliation!"
Que De, who loved to stir up trouble, immediately started making vicious threats in Ye Tianling's name.
"You son of a bitch!"
Ye Tianling's body trembled slightly. He almost coughed up blood.
But he didn't stop him.
He had no grudge against Long Qingwan, yet after witnessing his incredible Talent, her killing intent remained just as intense.
In that case, so be it!
Although Ye Tianling actually had no interest in this Saint Master Long Qingwan, since Que De had already said it and was also standing up for him, Ye Tianling would take the blame.
