"Damn it."
"You truly deserve to die."
"Where exactly did you come from? There's no one like you in either Cloud Province or Heaven Province. Could you be from some other province?"
"Do you know you've stirred up huge trouble?"
Watching Chu Jingming get cut down by Ye Lin's sword, the mighty Quasi-Saints pointed at Zhang Ling'er before them and cursed her furiously.
At this moment, those Quasi-Saint mighty figures no longer possessed their former composure, nor their former refinement.
"So what?"
Zhang Ling'er sheathed her Long Sword with an indifferent expression, utterly unconcerned and completely unafraid.
It was as if what these people were talking about had nothing to do with her.
"So what? Do you know what Chu Jingming represented? Do you know the background of those backing him?"
"Now that he's dead, how are we supposed to explain this to the people behind him?"
"Oh, because you were afraid he'd die, you let him run wild like that? Now, his death has everything to do with you."
"He could kill others, but others weren't allowed to kill him? What kind of bullshit logic is that?"
"A bunch of cowards."
Zhang Ling'er kicked at the dirt beneath her feet, her face full of disdain.
Her manner left the Quasi-Saint experts so furious that they could not speak.
In the end, those Quasi-Saint experts still lowered their hands.
The man was already dead. No matter what they said now, it would be useless.
All they could do now was find a way to quell that person's fury.
"Hmph, just wait for death."
"I will report this matter truthfully, word for word. When the time comes, you alone can bear that person's wrath."
"The more arrogant you are now, the more you'll regret it when that person's fury descends."
"Just