"Get out!"
The desolate moonlight reflected in Xiao Mo's eyes, suffused with Blood Evil Qi. He stared coldly at Wangxin, his gaze as sharp as a blade, as if it could pierce a person's very soul.
Wangxin's heart hammered in her chest. Her body trembled uncontrollably as a chill shot up her spine.
The killing intent radiating from him was so palpable it nearly crushed her, leaving her struggling to breathe.
She had no doubt that Xiao Mo would actually cut her down.
And yet, Wangxin slowly spread her arms and shook her head, her gaze resolute. There was no trace of retreat in her eyes, only a profound clarity.
Seeing her unwavering stance, Xiao Mo spoke no more.
All Wangxin could see were seven Dao patterns suddenly surfacing in his eyes. The markings seemed to writhe like living creatures, emitting a heart-stopping aura.
