"Where's Qingyue?"
Trapped in a killzone, Su Han remained indifferent, showing no signs of panic or fear. He was not in a hurry to strike but first wanted to ensure Li Qingyue's safety.
"You're on death's doorstep, yet you're still worried about your sweetheart? Truly oblivious to your own peril!" the Yun Jun Holy Maiden scoffed. Her pettiness knew no bounds. Ever since her defeat on Mount Hua, she had harbored this grudge. Now, believing she held the winning hand, she did not hesitate to taunt him relentlessly, her behavior utterly repulsive.
Su Han outright ignored the Yun Jun Holy Maiden's nonsense, turning his gaze to the Rotten Corpse Saint. Only the King Yama's Palace had the capability to enter Tianxing Hall and abduct Li Qingyue; no one else could possibly manage it.
