"Is there anyone else who wants to try?"
A chilling, murderous aura erupted from Zhang Bin as a ferocious glint flashed in his eyes. At that moment, he felt a genuine urge to kill every single one of the American Cultivators. They had, after all, come with the express purpose of killing the three of them. If he hadn't been so powerful, they would all be dead.
However, he managed to suppress the murderous intent simmering in his heart. Killing too many people went against the harmony of Heaven. More importantly, throughout the entire ordeal, neither Phoenix nor Peacock had actually ordered their deaths.
"Aren't you being too cruel?" Angry flames erupted in Phoenix's eyes.
"Woman, are you saying I should just let them kill me without a fight? And that wouldn't be cruel?" Zhang Bin retorted, his voice as cold as ice as he stalked toward her.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Phoenix asked coldly, holding her ground.
