"Boom!" Han Yan seemed to hear the muffled sound of Qi and that force violently colliding within her meridians, followed by the excruciating pain of the meridians tearing apart.
"No, I absolutely can't expose my identity, nor can I kill to cover it up." Han Yan ultimately dismissed the idea of killing to cover up her tracks.
Although her power, thanks to the spring formed by the condensation of Overlord Blood Essence, was now comparable to a Ninth Rank Swordsman, coupled with her Fifth Rank Swordsman cultivation, the chance to kill An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe in surprise was high. But she couldn't pass her own moral hurdle.
Moreover, it wasn't just those two present; what about the others after she killed them? Should she kill them all? Such a thing, Han Yan simply couldn't do.
