"Xiao Yun, you're too despicable and shameless!"
Enduring the intense pain in his shoulder, Li Chengdi gritted his teeth and cursed Xiao Yun with a face full of hatred.
Mu Qianxue, beside him, also glared furiously at Xiao Yun and cried out, "Xiao Yun, you have completely fallen into demonic ways. You're beyond saving. Someone like you will definitely become a scourge upon the Nine Heavens Continent one day, plunging all living beings into misery and suffering."
"Wretched woman, you're courting death!" Xiao Yun's gaze turned cold. He had long wanted to kill that sanctimonious saintess. At once, he fired another barrage of throwing knives, swallowing both Li Chengdi and Mu Qianxue within it.
"Go, hurry and leave this place!" Li Chengdi roared. He stood before Mu Qianxue, shielding her from those flying knives, while ordering her to leave at once.
"Chengdi!" Mu Qianxue cried out in alarm, her beautiful eyes filled with gratitude as she looked at Li Chengdi.
As the saying went, only feelings tested by life and death were true love.
Mu Qianxue was completely moved this time. From now on, there would probably be no one but Li Chengdi in her heart.
"Since your feelings run so deep, then go to hell together. At least you'll have each other for company." Xiao Yun snorted. He suddenly felt a little like some grand villain, but the cultivation world was this cruel—either you killed me, or I killed you. There was no room for mercy.
Moreover, showing mercy to an enemy was cruelty to oneself.
Xiao Yun would not make such a low-level mistake. The throwing knives he fired grew even fiercer, sweeping forth like sheets of rain.
Back at the Chaos Holy Land, Uncle Fu had forged a full hundred thousand throwing knives for him. He had