Bang... Bang...
Two ferocious auras, swirling through the air.
In the blink of an eye, the two had already struck with full force.
Xiao Yi, quick-eyed and quick-handed, withdrew and retreated, dodging the two palms.
"Miss Shui." The two looked at Shui Ninghan with a panicked expression.
"Cough cough." Shui Ninghan took a deep breath, stood up awkwardly, "I'm fine."
"Two Supreme 9998 Dao? Ha." Xiao Yi glanced at the two, sneering disdainfully.
As his words fell, Xiao Yi straightened his robe, put on his hat collar, lowered his sleeves, and turned to leave.
"Did I say you could leave?" Shui Ninghan, bearing her internal injuries, face like Cold Frost.
That exquisite face no longer bore its previous calmness.
But, in her words, still carried inexplicable confidence, and a chilling sensation that sent shivers down the spine.
"Do you really want me to kill you?" Xiao Yi's eyes turned cold.
