"This is meaningless. Today, you won't get past, and Huang Ying and Lin Feng, those treacherous lovers, are going to die!" Zhao Ying'er sneered, her hand as pure as jade swiftly reaching out, and with a "swish," she directly unsheathed the Spirit Sword.
The Spirit Sword was drawn, its sound resonating like a warning of endless killing intent, chilling one to the bone.
"Are you crazy?"
"Zhao Mo liked me the most in his life, and you dare to go against me?"
"Aren't you afraid your brother will climb out of his grave to blame you?" Huang Ying was utterly shocked. She couldn't fathom why Zhao Ying'er, who had always been quite civil to her — especially since Zhao Mo's infatuation with her was well-known throughout Netherworld City — would do this.
"Bah!" Zhao Ying'er looked at her with disgust, "With your kind of filth, you're not even worthy of mentioning my brother's name."
