"Are you sure?"
Murong Xiaoyi sneered. "With my current Realm, you will die without a doubt if I strike with my full power! If you choose to fight me, you might—just might—have a one-in-a-million chance to escape this disaster."
"Chen Xiaobei, you're deliberately setting a trap for me! I'm not wrong, am I?"
"You're right, I am setting a trap for you," Chen Xiaobei shrugged and chuckled. "But with your strength, my trap doesn't seem like it would be of any use, would it? Just tell me one thing: do you dare to hit me? You keep saying how much you hate me. Don't tell me you're lying to yourself and have actually fallen for me?"
"Aaaah! Shut up!" Murong Xiaoyi roared, her face contorted with rage. "I would rather fall for a pig than a freak like you! You're right, what the hell am I afraid of? In the face of absolute power, all schemes and plots will crumble to dust. Since you're asking to die, don't blame me for being ruthless! Take this!"
