Third Generation Disciple!
Now, all the Apex Realm experts who knew what had happened ten thousand years ago turned deathly pale!
The White-Haired Woman smiled silently as she looked at everyone around her.
A figure from ten thousand years ago had appeared before them, alive and kicking. That alone was bizarre enough to leave everyone utterly shocked!
Mo Qing said, "Sister Zhao Yue, although you haven't died yet, the Poison God Family still hasn't called off their pursuit of you. I'm a disciple of the Poison God Family. Since I've met you today, I naturally have to carry out the hunting order issued all those years ago!"
"Forgive me, Sister, but as your clansman, I cannot pardon the grave mistake you made!"
Mo Qing clasped his fists as he spoke.
The White-Haired Woman smiled. "Brat, you're a Third Generation Disciple, and so am I. Do you really think you can fight me? Do you think you're my opponent?"
Mo Qing smiled. "I'd like to try!"
"Even if I'm no match for you today, Sister, news that you're alive will certainly reach the Poison God Family. When that happens, other experts will surely come after you. Then, Sister, you'll still be doomed!"
The White-Haired Woman's expression turned cold. "Then you'd better hurry and send word to them. Otherwise, once I settle the affairs of the Eastern Continent and make those who surrounded and attacked me ten thousand years ago pay the price, I'll go to the Southern Continent and personally wipe out the Poison God Family!"
Mo Qing shook his head. "Sister, you're still just as full of killing intent as you were ten thousand years ago!"
"Now that you've returned, Sister, you could have concealed your identity and lived out the rest of your life in peace. Yet you've stirred