"Kill him." Without caring about what Su Chen was thinking, Hongying pointed directly at him, speaking to the old man with a commanding tone, as though issuing orders to a subordinate.
"Miss Hongying, this old man's duty is to maintain the stability of the Divine Martial Continent," the old man refused without hesitation.
"You…" Hongying's expression shifted, anger and shock flashing across her face. "Yang Qi, do you dare defy my words?"
"Miss Hongying, you should leave," the old man replied calmly.
"Fine! Fine!! A fine Yang Qi indeed!!! I hope you don't regret this!" Hongying stared deeply at the old man, her voice turning cold, preparing to walk away.
But.
At this very moment, Su Chen spoke: "Leave? Where do you think you're going?"
Su Chen's killing intent surged menacingly.
Even with the arrival of this Yang Qi, his determination to kill did not falter.
Today, Hongying—she would die by his hand.
No one could stop it.
