"I told you, you're not my match."
Zhang Beixing spoke serenely, exuding an extraordinary demeanor.
Shrouded in a murderous aura, his regal majesty was unmistakable.
"Admit defeat, and I might spare your life."
No sooner had he spoken, he suddenly reached out his hand.
With fingers like hooks, he grasped Lilith's throat with a single motion.
Slash!
Blood splattered, and the air was filled with screams.
The Elf Queen's vision turned dark, and she nearly fainted.
"Beixing! Stop!"
Alina's body trembled, and she hurriedly spoke to intervene.
Richard's expression also changed, his hair standing on end.
Seeing their Master about to commit a grave error, how could they stand idly by?
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Zhang Beixing reassured her with a smile, releasing his grip.
Lilith staggered back a few steps, drenched in cold sweat.
If not for her profound cultivation, she might not have survived.
"You... What do you want?"
