"Kill me? Ha ha, don't think that just because you're the Holy Son of the Mountain River Sect you can be so presumptuous with me. If you have the skills, come at me. It's just possible that I'll be the one to kill you first. It's a pity that the ancestor of the Mountain River Sect will have to experience the sorrow of burying his descendant." Although her voice was gentle and beautiful, at this moment, it carried the demeanor of a heroine.
Behind her, a cyan brilliance flashed, making her seem like a goddess. At the same time, her aura surged sharply. Now, her presence was not inferior to Zhao Shanhe. Hearing her words, Zhao Shanhe burst into laughter: "Ha ha ha, you want to kill me? That's a joke. If the previous generation's Saintess Hui Qilei said this, I might have listened, but you as a mere substitute?"
