Finally, Bao Yu spoke from across the way.
"This sickly sweet scent, I really hate it."
As her words lingered, she suddenly looked up at Su Yan.
"I hate you even more."
When Bao Yu's words fell, they carried a sinister tone.
Su Yan's voice was light,
"At a dead end, are you planning to kill me to prevent your own erasure?"
Bao Yu snorted coldly, and a blade thin as cicada's wing appeared in her palm.
"You still have some brains."
While speaking, Bao Yu took steps closer to Su Yan,
"You got this far because of luck, not because you are stronger than me."
Su Yan lifted her gaze, not contradicting her, merely stating
"You can't beat me."
Bao Yu scoffed,
"You might be overestimating yourself."
Unable to win?
Having ventured through numerous planes, her skills were always her last ace up the sleeve.
And the pride of her own.
Killing comes down to who has the crueler heart.
Following that, Bao Yu said,
"Go to hell."
As her words ended, the two intertwined in a combat.
