Faced with Liu Bingyue's piercing mockery, Yao Rao appeared unfazed, but she felt a chill in her heart.
She never expected Sun Zhe to leave so cleanly and decisively, without a hint of hesitation.
Although, she did hope Sun Zhe could be this resolute.
"If you want to battle, then let's battle, why waste words?"
Yao Rao gathered her thoughts, her gaze suddenly sharp, and withdrew her sword to distance herself from Liu Bingyue.
Liu Bingyue covered her mouth in a coquettish laugh, her eyes full of teasing, "Your little sweetheart has already left, what's the point of fighting me to the death?"
"You may be a sect leader, how could you degrade yourself to fight over a child?"
Yao Rao ignored her, holding her sword horizontally against her chest, her gaze growing sharper. Her long hair danced in the air as Sword Qi surged around her!
Liu Bingyue's tone became colder: "Your brewing Sword Intent is so restless and unstable, you dare to desire a battle with me in this state?"
