"In war, there are no winners or losers, only life and death. She's very smart. In a way, she's already won this war!" Qin Feng rather admired Lu Han.
"That bitch! When I get back, I'll tear that slut into a million pieces!" A few dozen paces away, Liu Qinghe's body trembled with rage. Lu Han had screwed him over royally!
With Yang Chen dead, their situation had already been precarious. Now that Lu Han had fled, Liu Qinghe and his group were not only unable to kill Qin Feng, but they also had to face his counterattack.
"Liu Qinghe, save it. A year from today will be the anniversary of your death. You've run out of chances!" Gazing coldly at the purple-robed youth, whose face was livid with rage, Qin Feng placed a hand on his Ancient Sword as a sliver of pitch-black killing intent erupted from his eyes.
It was time to press his advantage and go for the kill.
