Ye Xuan's voice, neither loud nor soft, fell on the ears of the Xiaoyao Saintess and others like a clap of thunder.
Especially the four words "pretentious saintess" deeply pierced the heart of that proud and aloof Xiaoyao Saintess.
In the hall, the Xiaoyao Saintess' face was ashen, her face could no longer hide her anger, and her deep, cold eyes were as icy as frost and snow, sending chills down one's spine.
"Boom!"
The Xiaoyao Saintess suddenly stood up, her cold gaze fixed on the pitch-black night sky outside, indifferently saying, "No matter who it is, they must die."
Saying this, the Xiaoyao Saintess' gentle right hand tapped the table, and with a "boom," the table instantly shattered into powder.
"This..."
The gazes directed at the Xiaoyao Saintess were tinged with fear.
Earlier, the Xiaoyao Saintess' palm strike to repel Linghu Jian left a deep impression.
Undoubtedly, the strength of the Xiaoyao Saintess was undeniably formidable.
