At this point, Xie Shan and Wu Ya could only bow their heads and beg for mercy before Yao Wan.
Yao Wan did not care.
The victor ruled, the loser fell. That was all.
Today, she had won, so naturally she had the right to decide the life and death of weaklings who had once harbored killing intent toward her.
And if she had lost, Xiao Yan would have died, and so would she.
"Spare us?"
A soul-stirring smile appeared on Yao Wan's face. Then nine soul swords flew over, stabbing the two who no longer had the strength to resist straight into hedgehogs, leaving them without the slightest breath.
"Isn't it a little too late to shout that now?"
With a beckon of her fair hand, the nine soul swords flew back to Yao Wan's side and vanished.
"It was only life and death, each left to fate. How did it become 'spare us' when it came to you?"
After sighing with a hint of helplessness, Yao Wan finally turned to look at the stunned Xiao Yan.
"What are you standing there like an idiot for?"
Yao Wan crossed her arms and could not help saying.
"Wan... Wan Guniang?"
Xiao Yan came back to himself as if waking from a dream, but even now, the amazement and shock in his eyes were hard to hide.
"If it isn't Wan Guniang, could some other girl be standing beside you?"
Yao Wan tilted her head and asked with a smile.
Xiao Yan hurriedly waved his hands. "No, of course not..."
"Hehe, good. All right, let's go. There's no need to stay in this damned place. We'll find somewhere to refine the strange fire. That's what matters."
With the teasing just about done, Yao Wan naturally still remembered the important matter.
It