Qin Guang's face was grim as he stepped forward and said, "Lord of Qingqiu, don't be too greedy. Although you haven't obtained the celestial mark, this time our underworld suffered great losses, while you merely lost a young man in the state of union. There's no big deal."
If he hadn't said this, Hui Qilei might have been able to quell her killing intent, but precisely because of his words, an endless storm erupted from the Lord of Qingqiu, and lines appeared on her stunning face, resembling the fallen glory from the heavens.
She remained extraordinarily beautiful; although there were green marks on her face, they did not detract from her beauty. Instead, these faint green hues, resembling the glow of fireflies, shimmered with a mysterious brilliance, enhancing her enigmatic beauty.
A battle was inevitable.
