âIâm fine, master, do you want me to kill this man for you?â
A strong killing intent flashed in Mo Qiâs dark eyes.
Behind him, Hong Lian shouted, âMo Qi, donât kill the Pavilion Master! You dare to kill him!â
Mo Qiâs sword-holding hand trembled, but what followed was his fury as he turned to face Hong Lian, âEven if the master spares him, I will kill him right before your eyes!â
Hong Lian cares about this Pavilion Master, more than he cares about me!
Oh no!
This Pavilion Master is indeed someone Hong Lian cares about.
As for me⦠I simply donât count.
âHeh.â
I am just a joke.
Su Yingxue sensed something and comforted him, âDonât worry, this Pavilion Master will definitely die.â
She turned to look at Wu Dao, who, exposed to the light, showed hate that was even greater than fear.
His eyes were like an abyss covered in vines, always ready to entangle someone and drag them into darkness.
âDo you think you can kill me?â
Wu Daoâs sneer was cold and ghastly, as if it came from hell.
His eyes seemed to have seen right through Su Yingxue, âYouâre alive till now because of the spatial device you carry, right?â
âHow do you know?â
Su Yingxueâs heart chilled; this was something she hadnât even told Chu Yihan!
She has Medicine King Valley, and Little Ginseng to protect her life!
But how did Wu Dao know?
Could it be that he has one too?
Su Yingxueâs eyes widened in surprise, just in time to see the white box magically appear in Wu Daoâs hand as he made a fist, allowing him to immediately break free from Mo Qiâs grip.
Chu Yihan moved swiftly like an arrow leaving the bow, grabbing Wu Daoâs hand and snatching the box from him, bent his legs with a kick, forcing him to kneel.
His brows furrowed deeply, âWhat witchcraft have you used!â
How is it possible to disappear and reappear as if by teleportation?
What secret does this white box hold?
It could bring Rong Sheng and the souls of others here and materialize in Wu Daoâs hand anytime, granting him intangible power.
Wu Daoâs eyes glinted with triumph, âAs long as I have it, you cannot kill me!â
This box is fused with his life, itâs not something that these people can simply destroy!
Su Yingxue stepped forward, took the box from Chu Yihanâs hand, and tried to split it open with the Qingfeng Sword, only to discover that the sword couldnât even make a scratch on the boxâs tough exterior.
âSu Yingxue, donât waste your energy, even your mother couldnât destroy it back then, what can you do? What are you compared to her?â
Wu Daoâs gaze was sinister, and the evil energy spreading out from him intensified his hatred.
With just a thought, the box returned to his hand.
He held it aloft, boasting confidently, âSu Yingxue, if you have any way to kill me or destroy this, you win! But you donât have any!â
What her mother couldnât do in the past, she couldnât do either!
âIs that so?â
A cold light flashed in Su Yingxueâs eyes as she swiftly moved forward, knocked the box out of Wu Daoâs hand, and injected him with a syringe-full of liquid.
This slight pain was like mere tickling for Wu Dao, who had years of medical research under his belt.
He didnât care in the slightest, even scoffing with disdain, âYouâre even more foolish than your mother. She believed I would return, and you think you can kill meâ¦â
The smile on Wu Daoâs face didnât last as he tried to finish his sentence, turning into something grim and terrifying. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âWhat have you injected me withâ¦â
Panic surfaced on his face.
Although Su Yingxue wasnât initially one hundred percent sure, the panic in Wu Daoâs eyes confirmed it for her,