The sound of silver wings tearing through the void echoed, growing ever clearer in Lan Xinyu's ears.
The Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc was headed straight for the tavern.
'He's really here for revenge!' Seeing this, some of the people who had fled thought to themselves. The Xiaoo Yue Celestial Roc's actions confirmed their suspicions!
"He's dead! That young man in white is dead!"
Watching the Xiaoo Yue Demon King approach, its body blotting out the sun, Zheng Ke burst into unbridled laughter.
He walked out and, looking at Lan Xinyu from a distance, sneered, "You damned bitch, you must regret it now, don't you? If you had just come with me, you wouldn't have ended up like this. The Xiaoo Yue Demon King won't let you go."
Zheng Ke's laughter was filled with schadenfreude. He couldn't see Ye Wushuang and assumed he was dead!
Lan Xinyu's pretty face changed as she watched the Xiaoo Yue Demon King fly toward her.
