Facing Xiao Jing's humiliation, Xiao Xueyun had already lost her mind.
She had clearly seen the gap in strength between herself and Xiao Jing, yet rage made her ignore it. She chose to use her fury to conceal her humiliation and shame.
She seemed to have forgotten that the humiliation and shame Xiao Jing had brought her were entirely the consequences of her own previous tyranny.
But for someone accustomed to standing high above everyone else, the word "reflection" had never existed.
She roared that she would kill Xiao Jing, and she acted accordingly.
She swallowed a healing pill, swiftly suppressing the injuries within her body.
In just two breaths, she was brimming with vigor again. Guided by her spell technique, her flying sword shot madly toward Xiao Jing.
Xiao Jing, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, casually controlling her own flying sword to meet it.
Because all of this was within Jiang Feng's expectations.
To Jiang Feng, who had lived for more than three hundred million years, Xiao Xueyun's little schemes had long since been laid bare.
Step by step, Jiang Feng had Xiao Xueyun led around by the nose.
And Jiang Feng's goal was to make Xiao Xueyun, in a state of uncontrollable fury, utter those vicious words about killing Xiao Jing.
That way, Xiao Jing could rightfully defend herself and strike back, then accidentally kill her.
When that time came, the Xiao Family would never hold accountable a monstrous descendant with a strong chance of entering the Void Refinement Realm before the age of twenty for the sake of someone already dead.
In the air, Xiao Xueyun drove her strength to its utmost and clashed with Xiao Jing.
Yet it was all in vain. Her flying sword could not get within thirty feet of Xiao