"That's different." Yuan Haomiao said in a deep voice: "All five of them were there that day, and I wasn't sure I could kill any of them under that circumstance!"
Swish, swish, swish!
Jing Hang, Mei Lian and Xue Ji all stared at Yuan Haomiao with extremely grim expressions, with murderous intent in their eyes.
Lou Qianxue does have the ability to kill the three of them.
Yuan Haomiao has such a cruel heart!
Obviously, after they came to the holy land of Tianxuan Continent, they had been restraining themselves and not killing people. They thought that Tianxuan Continent should have known their attitude - they only wanted the Holy Luck and the position of the Holy Son.
But now…
"I don't want to kill them." Lou Qianxue was too lazy to reason with Yuan Haomiao: "I killed them so that you and other disciples of the Holy Pagoda can ascend the white jade chair? You wish!"
“Lou Qianxue!” Yuan Haomiao’s face was filled with anger. Although he lost to Lou Qianxue, he was a Saint Pagoda’s prodigy and still had the pride he should have. He spoke in a cold and deep voice, almost as a warning: “You may not know, but our every move in the Holy Land can be seen by the Saint Pagoda—and even the sects from the entire Profound Sky Continent. You’d better be careful when you speak.”
Lou Qianxue curled her red lips.
She really didn't know it before, but she vaguely guessed it.
But, so what
She thought that she had done things in an upright and aboveboard manner, and had no regrets. So what if she was seen by the Holy Tower and everyone in the Profound Sky Continent
“The Holy Tower is respected in the Profound Sky Continent. Lou Qianxue, you, the geniuses of the Profound Sky Continent, should also respect the orders of us, the disciples of the Holy Tower!” After pointing out the situation outside the Holy Land, Yuan Haomiao also tore off his face and was no longer reserved. Instead, he shamelessly used the Holy Tower to pressure Lou Qianxue.
"Lou Qianxue, I order you to kill Jing Hang and the other two!"
Lou Qianxue's beautiful face suddenly sank, and she stared at Yuan Haomiao coldly, saying in a deep voice: "Get lost!"
No matter whether he saw it or not, no matter whether the Saint knows about it or not, no one can order her!
"you!"
The two were arguing...
whoosh!
whoosh!
whoosh!
Several more figures flew over from a distance.
A man was wearing a golden robe, with a handsome and delicate face, as if he had walked out of a painting, making people's heart beat fast at the sight of him.
It was the new disciple of the Dragon Palace Master, Prince Yu, who, like Lou Qianxue, came from Amaterasu in the Eastern Region.
The other man was dressed in white, with a long sword on his back. He had a cold brow and a solemn and cold expression on his face. He looked like a long sword about to be unsheathed.
He is the number one swordsman in Tianshan, Jian Wushuang.
There was another person who was wearing a snow-white long dress, with picturesque eyebrows and features, beautiful and attractive, but her expression was slightly cold.
She is the second swordsman of Tianshan, Xuehua, who follows closely behind the first swordsman, Jian Wushuang.
The three people who appeared suddenly all had very strong Holy Luck behind them, only slightly less than the Holy Luck behind Yuan Haomiao before. Their cultivation was also unfathomable, and their aura was majestic, which was not comparable to that of ordinary Holy Tower disciples.
Before, Lou Qianxue had fought with Yuan Haomiao, and also with Jing Hang, Xue Ji and Mei Lian. The commotion here could be felt by almost the entire holy land.
After sensing Lou Qianxue's presence, the three of them came here together without any prior arrangement.
Meet and reunite here.
"Elder Qianxue." Jian Wushuang and Xuehua stepped forward: "What's going on?" He glanced around, paused at the disciples of the Holy Pagoda, and then looked at Jing Hang and the other two.
"Is there any trouble? Do you need our help?" Prince Yu asked with a smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)