When Qiong Luo left, Jiuxiao had imagined a scene like this, but he had never wanted it to happen. Especially when he decided to challenge Xing Tian, he had already resolved to stake his life on it.
Yet this foolish woman had actually come back, returning all alone.
"Get lost." Jiuxiao had no more to say.
But Qiong Luo's heart suddenly trembled. That feeling of being ignored countless times surged over her again like a tide. Even the light before her eyes seemed to vanish, darkness shrouding her inner heart like storm clouds, and her entire body began to shake uncontrollably.
There was not the slightest ripple in Jiuxiao's eyes. But when he looked at Xing Tian, his gaze abruptly sharpened, battle lust blazing fiercely within it, nothing like what a monk should possess.
Xing Tian knew what he was thinking and did not expose it. The massive axe in his hand had already answered everything for him.
Though Jiuxiao could be considered an expert, compared with Xing Tian, the gap between them was heaven and earth. Yet Xing Tian did not wish to kill Jiuxiao at once. He wanted more to satisfy the itch for battle in his heart.
Jiuxiao understood this as well. He only wanted Qiong Luo to leave. As long as she left this place, given Xing Tian's status, he would not stoop to making things difficult for a woman. That way, Qiong Luo might gain a sliver of hope for survival.
"Kid, you can't save anyone like this. You'll only deepen my resolve to kill her. Still, I can promise you this: I'll leave her an intact corpse." Xing Tian's words instantly chilled Qiong Luo's heart. Jiuxiao's heart also sank. Before this old monster, they had virtually no chance of winning. Whether in a battle