Sensing the boundless killing intent, Yongxi had the surreal sensation of gazing up at a senior Great Power.
Panic surged through its heart. It felt that it was a hair's breadth from death.
It didn't dare to speak anymore. Not for now, at least.
The physical pain intensified its fear. 'That brute, Jiang, he's really going to kill me.'
'It was just about his Dual Cultivation Companion. I'll just never mention her again, simple as that.'
It really didn't dare to speak again. The memory of that moment still made its heart palpitate with fear.
Nearby, Ximen Linglong hid behind Ximen Chuihuo, a chill running through her body.
"A wife-doting maniac, huh?" Ximen Linglong whispered from behind him.
Yongxi had called him a brute several times already, and all Po Xiao did was cut out its tongue. But now, Yongxi had barely uttered half an insult about his Dual Cultivation Companion.
And it was immediately butchered into a living torso. How deep must that grudge be?
