"You think just because you want to fight me, I have to accept? You're someone with the strength of the Venerable Realm, and yet you're so shameless as to threaten me using the lives of mere cultivators?"
Mu Qingyan's voice was icy cold, echoing through the surroundings, carrying a tone of haughty disdain.
It seemed that she had never taken Lei Yan King seriously.
"And stop being so naively childish. If every cultivator were to challenge me like you do, wouldn't I have to face an endless number of opponents every day? Even if I were capable, I would have likely become someone else's female slave by now! You should know, this world never lacks strong people!"
Mu Qingyan's voice came again, still unreachably aloof.
Lei Yan King did not say much. He simply raised his hand and fiercely unleashed a sea of blood that swept over the ancient city. All the cultivators of the ancient city were immediately engulfed by the sea of blood, utterly annihilated.
"You—scoundrel!"
