"Hmph, you think I can't kill you?" Shang Yaoqin's gaze was icy, her tone indifferent, truly as if she were an aloof emperor, unrivaled and supreme.
Ever since she had killed Tang Tianlong and Dongfang Yang, her aura had become even more terrifying, a no-go zone for the living, revealing a smile only in the presence of Ye Zhuyin.
Occasionally, she would do the same for Hong Yuan.
But to everyone else, they were nothing more than ants in her eyes.
With a thunderous bang, two beams of white and gold light shot out from Shang Yaoqin's pure white pupils, her Emperor's robe fluttering, Tao Marks densely spread across it, emitting an energy powerful enough to split the heavens and shatter the earth.
"Heh." But all that was seen was Hua Menghuang chuckling coldly, her Dream Sword lightly tapping, spawning a Dream Mini World upon it.
