At this moment, her scythe once again shrank into that dark red tachi. She raised her head and walked toward Xia Pingzhou, step by step.
"Having fun?" Yanmo Lin said, "I won't go easy on you."
"Didn't you say you've always wanted to kill me?" Xia Pingzhou said calmly, "Here's your chance."
"You sure talk a lot; not like your usual self at all," Yanmo Lin said, "If you're trying to say this battle is unrelated to revenge so I won't feel guilty when I cut you down, you're wrong."
She paused: "I don't regret killing your parents at all, only regret not eradicating the root and cutting you down as well back then."
"You've misunderstood, I'm saying so much just because you're already a dead person," Xia Pingzhou said, "And talking to a dead person doesn't matter."
"You're quite confident; it seems our little cat really wants to turn and become the master," Yanmo Lin said coldly.
In a flash, she stomped off the ground, her figure shooting towards Xia Pingzhou like a ghostly shadow.
