Transition

"What promise? What promise did Spirit Hall make to you?" Qian Renxue's placid voice nearly made the tightly wound Yu Xiaogang fail to catch his breath. His eyes bulged as he pointed at Qian Renxue.

"You... you people have no integrity!"

"Is Spirit Hall really so devoid of honor?"

Yu Xiaogang was so furious his nose seemed crooked.

I fucking killed the woman I loved and the brother I was closest to, and now you people are playing dirty and still want to kill me? Is that right?

"Hehe, I know you're in a hurry, but don't be." Qian Renxue glanced at the sky. The high heavens were still shrouded in dispersed blood aura, meaning the plan had yet to begin. There was still time to make Yu Xiaogang cough up three liters of blood from rage.

"I promised not to kill you. The Angel Clan also promised not to kill you, but..."

"Bibi Dong is not part of the Angel Clan. She herself does not acknowledge that she is a member of the Angel Clan."

As Qian Renxue spoke, she stepped back two paces and gave Bibi Dong the space.

"Xiao Xue, sigh!" How could Bibi Dong fail to see that Qian Renxue was doing this deliberately? Did a mere Three Ring Soul Grandmaster really warrant such attention?

In the end, this was all a grudge between the older generation.

The Rakshasa Scythe in Bibi Dong's hand emanated faint black mist.

"Bibi Dong, you dare kill me?!" Yu Xiaogang cried in fury.

"Qian Renxue is right. I am indeed not a member of the Angel Clan, so her promise has nothing to do with me."

"You're playing with words! Dong'er, Dong'er..."

"It's useless no matter what you call me. The Spirit Hall Saintess who could be fooled by you