"Dream, where did all this nonsense come from? If you want to kill me, kill me. Who else have I ever been afraid of?" Concubine Murong was angered. Even if the ending was tragic today, she would not give in even a little bit.
"Let me kill her over there to see if the others are still so strong-willed." Jueqing slashed at Concubine Murong with her sword.
"You dare to be so arrogant as a young boy, you are not qualified enough." Concubine Murong snorted coldly and saw a boy with the same cultivation level attacking her.
"Haha, you will know if you are crazy or not." Jueqing shouted, and a black air suddenly filled the surrounding air, spreading to all directions, and then the dance of the big knife in his hand became more and more intense.