Chen Xingzhu sneered, "I'm just worried that you'll die at someone else's hands."
As she spoke, a gleam of hatred finally emerged in her eyes.
"Zhong Xiang died in my arms, and I swore to him that I would use your life to honor his soul."
Yang Fei looked at her quietly, "I'll wait for you, for the day you are sure you can kill me."
"But I can tell you, that day will never come!"
Chen Xingzhu let out a cold laugh, "We'll see."
She swayed, suddenly walking on the rolling waves, gliding away under the moonlight, like a wisp of black smoke.
Yang Fei called out loudly from afar.
"Don't go, you haven't told me how you came back to life? Is the enemy I face a human or a ghost?"
Chen Xingzhu's voice, full of malice, came from the sea.
"I am a ghost, a soul-snatching evil spirit from hell. Prepare to die."
Yang Fei gasped, realizing Chen Xingzhu's figure was as fast as a wraith indeed, like the legendary evil spirit.
