Song Min was furious, Anji could tell. However, she did not back down. If he truly wanted her dead, he would have struck her where she stood.
"Hands off my disciple!"
Whoosh!
Anji's eyes barely kept up, but she knew Elder Shen was in the area. There was no way Song Min did not know about it. Not unless Pu Jianming did something to hide his presence.
Judging by the unimpressed look on Song Min's face, he knew they were up to something and in cahoots. The betrayal of an old-time friend was one thing. The external interference was another.
As the unofficial right-hand man of the Mystical Qilin Sect, Elder Shen's cultivation level was higher than Anji's. However, between him and the Ghost General, it was obvious who was lacking.
With a wave of his sleeve, the red spider lilies mocked the cruel future Anji could not stop.
"Don't interrupt us," Song Min glared at the old man and, with a flick of one finger, sent Elder Shen flying back, spitting out blood with severe organ ruptures.
