Zhao Ling'er raised her sword to chop, but was dodged by Li Qianlong in a flash.
Fierce and malevolent light appeared in his eyes!
He spoke viciously.
"Come on!"
"Kill me!"
"Every single one of you in the Zhao Family will die!"
"Throughout the entire Eighth-grade Star Domain, who doesn't know the great name of my Divine Pill Pavilion!"
"Even the people of the Seventh-grade Star Domain and Sixth-grade Star Domain have to grovel and flatter us!"
"If you want to drag all your family elders and young ones down with you to the grave, then make your move."
Emboldened by desperation, Li Qianlong actually advanced instead of retreating, pressing his neck firmly against Zhao Ling'er's long sword.
"Come!"
"Kill me!"
Zhao Ling'er bit her silver teeth hard, her shoulders trembling.
Yet she dared not chop, nor could she chop...
The greatest sorrow was nothing more than this.
As one of the few factions in the Myriad Heavens whose foundation was alchemy, the Divine Pill Pavilion possessed vast connections and numerous friendships.
Not only were their connections broad, but they also had many acquaintances.
One could say that practically every influential lineage wanted to curry favor with them.
Within the entire Eighth-grade Star Domain, they were also an entity of transcendent status.
If she really struck...
Putting aside whether she could kill the Li Qianlong before her...
Afterward, the Zhao Family would definitely face the other party's torrential, storm-like revenge.
The Zhao Family...
Could not withstand it!
Zhao Ling'er gripped her long sword tightly, the Sword Edge cutting tiny drops of blood from Li Qianlong's neck.
Uncle Zhao to the side had his heart leap straight to his throat.
"Ling'er..."
"Put the sword down quickly!"
He spoke in a soft cry.
The Zhao Family was caught in a difficult dilemma.