The biting wind cut like a blade through the valley.
After a moment, Xuanyuan Que replied coldly, "I said, spare others when you can."
"Spare others?"
Ye Honglian laughed as if she'd just heard the funniest joke in the world, doubling over with laughter.
"Xuanyuan Que, you're lecturing me about sparing others? When you slaughtered that father and son with a single sword strike outside the east gate of Sunset City, as they knelt and begged you for mercy, did you ever think to spare them?"
At that, Xuanyuan Que fixed his gaze on Ye Honglian, his eyes gradually turning cold.
His voice rang out like steel, sharp and icy. "Ye Honglian, do you really have to keep harping on this?"
"Am I the one harping on it, or were you the ones who started this?"
Ye Honglian didn't give an inch. "Xuanyuan Que, listen carefully. This ends one of two ways: either your men crawl over here and apologize, or we settle this in the valley, once and for all. You choose."
Whoosh!
The frigid wind howled as it rushed toward them.
In the blink of an eye, a murderous aura filled the valley.
Standing beside Ye Honglian, Wang Xian munched on roasted meat as he watched the scene unfold like a spectator at a show.
He had to admit, that madwoman might not have all her marbles, but her sheer presence was truly impressive.
Xuanyuan Que fell silent for a long while.
At last, he turned and waved toward the man in black in the deep pit.
The battered man in black looked deeply unwilling, but he didn't dare disobey. With great difficulty, he crawled out of the pit and inched toward Ye Honglian.
Ye Honglian looked down at him, the corner of her mouth curling into a