A terrifying killing intent radiated from Shen Jingzhe's eyes.
This woman is a true freak, Lin Xiao thought as his heart sank. The glint in her eyes suggested she wasn't very old, probably only around twenty-four or twenty-five at most. Yet at such a young age, she possessed such an astonishing level of cultivation. He really wondered what she had eaten growing up.
"Shen Jingzhe, do you really have to kill me?"
Shen Jingzhe's gaze was cold and indifferent.
"Yes!"
"Can't we just call this off?"
"You're dreaming!"
"Damn it, why?!" Lin Xiao grumbled. "We don't have any grudges against each other. Why are you so insistent on killing me?"
"Enough nonsense," Shen Jingzhe asked icily. "What are your last words?"
Lin Xiao was about to speak but suddenly noticed the black line between her brows had extended a bit further down. It was nearly touching the snowy-white bridge of her nose. Once it reached her philtrum, Shen Jingzhe would undoubtedly die.
