"Saintess of Judgment, This time, I will definitely destroy you!"
The serenity in Yaohuaba's eyes suddenly dissipated, replaced by a bone-chilling coldness. The atmosphere around him became oppressive and suffocating.
The sword energy that unconsciously emanated from him instantly shredded the sofa his hand was touching into fragments.
Taro, standing nearby, involuntarily stepped back several paces after sensing this aura.
"W-what's wrong, Lord Yaohuaba? Have you figured out who did it?"
Hearing Taro's words, Yaohuaba immediately concealed the murderous intent on his face. He nodded with a smile. "You could say that."
"Then who is it?!"
"What good would knowing do?!"
"Of course we'd kill them!"
"Heh."
Yaohuaba laughed contemptuously. "You? Forget it. Don't concern yourself with this matter. I'll handle it."
