"Kill him!" Little Grass Immortal's voice was crisp, yet she spoke without the slightest hesitation.
If her benefactor had not appeared again, she would already have died at Chen Minjie's hands.
Did he think she should let him go just because he had knelt and kowtowed in apology?
"You monster, how can you be so vicious?!"
Seeing that even after putting on such a pitiful act, the woman still refused to spare him, Chen Minjie shouted furiously.
Little Grass Immortal's expression did not change. Instead, she said calmly, "If my benefactor had not appeared, I would already have died at your hands. If my benefactor had been weaker than that clone that emerged from your body just now, neither he nor I would have survived."
Li Zhōujūn looked at Little Grass Immortal and could not help nodding in appreciation.
No wonder she had ascended to the Immortal Realm in such a short time. It seemed there was a reason for it after all.
Seeing that Little Grass Immortal was impervious to reason, Chen Minjie's face turned blue and white by turns.
Was this woman really that rational?!
He had still been thinking that a gentleman could wait ten years to avenge himself!
"You do it yourself." Li Zhōujūn smiled at Little Grass Immortal. Then he pointed a finger and sealed the magic power within Chen Minjie's body.
Only then did Chen Minjie finally grow terrified. He had never imagined that death would come so close.
"Okay." Little Grass Immortal did not hesitate. Her tender white hand, seemingly frail and powerless, descended toward Chen Minjie's head.
"No, no... Please, let me go..." Watching that tender white hand descend like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, Chen Minjie trembled in terror, his voice nearly reduced to a plea.
At last, Little Grass