By now, Xie Shan and Wu Ya could only bow their heads and beg for mercy before Yao Wan.
But Yao Wan did not care about that. It was simply the law of the strong prevailing over the weak.
She had won today, so she naturally had the right to decide the life or death of those weaklings who had once harbored killing intent toward her.
And if she had lost, Xiao Yan would have died, and so would she.
"Mercy?"
A breathtaking smile appeared on Yao Wan's face. Then nine soul swords flew forth, directly piercing the two men, who no longer had the strength to resist, into pincushions. Not a trace of life remained.
"Isn't it a little too late to be begging now?"
With a wave of her delicate hand, the nine soul swords flew back to Yao Wan's side and vanished.
"It was only a matter of everyone leaving their fate to heaven. Why does it become begging for mercy when it comes to you?"
After sighing somewhat helplessly, Yao Wan finally turned to look at the stunned Xiao Yan.
"What are you still standing there foolishly for?"
Yao Wan crossed her arms and could not help asking.
"Miss... Miss Wan?"
Xiao Yan snapped back to his senses as if waking from a dream. Yet even now, the amazement and shock in his eyes were impossible to conceal.
"If I'm not Miss Wan, could some other young lady be standing beside you?"
Yao Wan tilted her head and asked with a smile.
Xiao Yan hurriedly waved his hands. "No, of course not..."
"Hehe, good. Enough of that. Let's go. There's no need to stay in this damned place any longer. Finding somewhere to refine the Heavenly Flame is what matters."
Having joked enough, Yao Wan naturally