The white light quickly dispersed, and Fang Yanran, seeing that Song Yan Ning and her companions had vanished, couldn't help but throw her head back and laugh uproariously, "I told you I would seek justice." No one who bullied her could leave unscathed.
"I also told you that the last time was your final chance," an icy, bone-chilling voice arose behind Fang Yanran.
Fang Yanran's laughter came to an abrupt halt, her face incredulous as she turned to look behind, "How are you not dead?" Her talisman was a Sixth-level Cold Ice Talisman; even a Divine Separation Stage cultivator couldn't have avoided it without being prepared. Could their cultivation have become so high? No! Impossible!
"You're hardly qualified to take our lives, prepare to die!" Song Yan Ning raised her hand.
"Please, show mercy!" A frantic voice called out.
