Looking at the stern, righteous Human Race cultivator before her, "Xi Zhuo" was utterly incredulous.
Since when had she killed those ninety thousand-odd mortals?
What did it have to do with her that he hadn't dealt with Cry Guai, Laugh Guai, and Dream Talk Guai himself?
And join his ranks?
Protect him?
What a wild fantasy!
At the thought, "Xi Zhuo" immediately snapped, "Those ninety thousand-odd mortals died because you didn't act and save them yourself!"
"If you want to break your promise and attack me, you don't need to make up such an excuse."
"The strong prey on the weak. Might makes right."
"Let strength speak for itself!"
As she spoke, her aura surged like a raging tide. Gales howled across the sky, whipping her ink-black skirts as her long hair lashed about like mad serpents. Her silver, slit-pupiled eyes were filled with icy disdain.
She was already prepared for a full-on battle!
Even at this point, the Flood Dragon Female Immortal was still so stubborn. Pei Ling's expression turned cold. Since she refused to choose for herself, he would help her choose the second path!
The Primordial Wilderness was fraught with danger at every turn.
Foreign Race Immortals seemed to be endless in number. Killing one Immortal meant little.
He might as well put this Flood Dragon Female Immortal to work for him... for the Human Race...
With that thought, Pei Ling said no more. He immediately pointed a finger.
His aura erupted with a thunderous roar. His wide sleeves billowed in the wind, threatening to tear, while his black hair whipped wildly. In an instant, countless rocks and grains of sand rose into the air!
The entire solitary peak, along with the area within Pei Ling's sight, began to flow backward toward the sky. Every boulder, every