Hearing that familiar babyish voice, the bald man was startled.
He raised a hand in shock and smashed an oncoming piece of wood. The gusting sand finally settled, and he saw who had arrived. "Well, well, isn't this the loser I beat last month? What's the matter? Don't tell me you don't want to follow the rules on the stage and accept your loss?"
Ye Ranxing's wings stopped beating completely.
She hovered in the air. Though she was still so young, she looked down on everyone below, displaying the dignity of a Fallen angel and her icy coldness to the fullest.
"I didn't come to reason with you."
"I came—just to take your life."
"No one reasons with the dead."
"All I have to do is decide you're guilty, and you have to die."
This was the essence of the Fallen angel at its most extreme: a concrete embodiment of the negative emotions gathered in evil.
Only good people reasoned with others.
Evil people needed no reason to kill you.
Ye Ranxing was furious.
It was all because of this man before her that she had been lured, step by step, into the abyss ahead of time.
Otherwise, she would merely have been an ordinary, mischievous child. Her mother would never have released her into the wilderness so early.
She had said long ago that she would personally seek justice for herself.
Faced with a little girl's provocation, the bald man couldn't possibly back down with all his brothers gathered around him.
Even if she was the daughter of a Direct Disciple...
He would still tear apart the spine of anyone who dared to provoke him.
His emotions trembling, the bald man gathered all his Spiritual Power into his fist and prepared to smash it into Ye Ranxing.
He leaped