"In that case, let us wait and see."
Upon hearing Wang Ruoxie's words, a cold gleam flashed in Saint Child Yanghui's eyes. Then his figure trembled slightly and returned to his original position.
"Do you have a grudge against him?"
Tang Yuanye whispered to Wang Ruoxie.
"He's always wanted to kill me."
Wang Ruoxie replied with a slight smile.
"You need to be very careful after entering the Ancient Divine Demon Battlefield. This person's cultivation power is far inferior to mine, but after all, he is the Saint Heir of the Great Qian Holy Dynasty and will surely carry powerful treasures bestowed by the sovereign."
Tang Yuanye's eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke again, "If he truly intends to kill you, even I may not be able to guarantee your safety."
"I understand."
Wang Ruoxie nodded and replied.
