The Red Skirt Girl was being held hostage, her pretty face filled with shock and fury.
She did not dare move rashly. The fingers of the Gray Robe Man, Wei Jia, gripped her slender swanlike neck like an iron hoop. Terrifying killing intent seeped into her skin, like a sword edge pressed against her soul.
As long as Wei Jia wished it, he could make her soul scatter and spirit dissipate in an instant!
"No matter who forced you, so long as you do not harm Xian Er's life, I can guarantee that you will leave safely!"
Yan Beixue spoke in a deep voice.
Wei Jia said, "I trust my lord, but I do not trust those two strangers!"
His gaze remained fixed on Su Yi and the River Child. They were also the two he feared most.
"You will not leave alive," Su Yi said. "I said so."
Wei Jia's expression changed drastically as he shouted, "Then do not blame me—"
Pfft!
His body shattered and turned to ashes.
He had not even had time to react before dying, much less harm the Red Skirt Girl.
"In my eyes, the threat of a High Ranking God of the Good Fortune Realm has never been worth a laugh."
The River Child's face was full of disdain.
When the disparity in cultivation was too great, every threat was futile.
This scene also stunned Yan Beixue, the Red Skirt Girl, and Luo Yun Xiu, who was kneeling there.
Only Su Yi glanced at the River Child. The latter froze, then seemed to understand and hurriedly added, "Of course, my lord is an exception!"
"Why did you kill him, Senior..."
The Red Skirt Girl could not help saying, "He... he had not yet explained why he betrayed my father."
The River Child said