Xiao Hongtian's gaze was dark and ominous as he coldly said, "Qingyun, he's already dead. Don't waste your energy. Come with me."
Lin Qingyun ignored Xiao Hongtian. Tears streamed down her face as she clutched Zhao Dong, her heart filled with overwhelming guilt.
Her tears dripped onto Zhao Dong's face. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Hongtian. With the last of his strength, he rasped, "I'm... not dead yet..."
In an instant, Xiao Hongtian's aura turned bone-chillingly cold, like a ten-thousand-year-old glacier. His gaze was like a frozen blade, his fury soaring to the heavens. "Not dead yet, you say? Well, I'll make sure you're thoroughly dead now!"
