Even the Hellhound and the Ghost Baby weren't his match, let alone him. Nalan Jing could probably kill him with a mere breath.
The two people following the chubby elder quickly knelt down, but Chu Banxue remained standing.
She sneered coldly, staring at Nalan Jing with hatred and resentment, shouting, "Back then, Mu Qianyue was your student, and so was I. Why did you choose her over me? What's so special about her that I'm not?"
"You're not even one ten-thousandth of Yue'er," Nalan Jing's eyes flashed with scorn and disdain. At least Yue'er wouldn't harm others for her own selfish reasons; those she killed deserved to die.
Upon hearing these words, Chu Banxue's face changed, the flames of jealousy and hatred in her eyes burning even more fiercely. Still, she could do nothing but feel hateful. She gritted her teeth, looking at the chubby elder with a cold smile, "Do you think that kneeling and begging for mercy now will make him spare you? Stop dreaming!"
