"Is that so? Quite a coincidence!" Ying Yue chuckled.
"I don't know who you are or where you got the courage, daring to speak such words before me. Now, I just want to drain your blood and devour your flesh!" Emperor Hei Sha's voice was eerily cold, clearly infuriated.
Since cultivating to this realm, it had been a very long time since anyone dared to speak to him like this. Everyone who dared to act arrogantly in front of him had all ended up in his belly!
"Is that so? Then feel free to try!"
Ying Yue raised an eyebrow: "As long as you don't mind breaking your teeth!"
"Die!"
Emperor Hei Sha spat out the word coldly, his wings flapped behind him, stirring up a great tornado. The next moment, he had mysteriously appeared in front of Ying Yue, his purple-gold fist gripping mid-air, and then it smashed out with force.
"Crack—"
