Third Time Is the Charm, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Today You Die!

Deep within the sea of consciousness, Qian Renxue scratched her head and tore at her ears in frantic exasperation.

Qian Sha Yu, you better explain this to me clearly!

How on earth did that bastard Tang San, using the alias Tang Yin, seduce Hu Liena?

Speak already!

Qian Renxue questioned him over and over again.

She eagerly wanted to know the truth.

Yet Qian Sha Yu simply acted as if he heard nothing.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, mere Qian Renxue—she was so easy to manipulate!

He whistled to himself, completely too lazy to bother with her.

The less response she got, the more restless and uneasy Qian Renxue became in her sea of consciousness.

This feeling of being left hanging in mid-air was simply more agonizing than getting beaten up directly.

Qian Sha Yu strolled leisurely into the vast plaza of Spirit Hall.

Not far away, a figure dressed in white robes with gold trim suddenly halted his steps.

It was none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.

Yue Guan stared fixedly at the approaching Qian Sha Yu.

His gaze was as venomous as steel needles dipped in virulent poison.

It was this very monster before him who had beheaded his intimate friend, Old Ghost, with a single sword stroke.

That bone-deep hatred surged wildly within Yue Guan's chest.

Qian Sha Yu likewise perceived this malicious gaze.

He stopped in his tracks and turned his head to the side.

A pair of eyes as scarlet as blood locked directly onto Yue Guan.

Humph!

An extremely viscous killing intent emanated outward.

The surrounding air was as heavy as if it had been soaked in fresh blood.

Azure Luan Elder, following close behind, saw this scene and his expression darkened.

Qian Sha Yu grinned from afar at Yue Guan.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo, this