Yun Sheng couldn't help but laugh and decided to just watch the excitement from the side.
She figured that the Dark Night Envoy Huang wouldn't dare to pick on Donghuang Lingling in front of so many people.
With a burning sensation on his face, the Envoy's cheek immediately swelled up like a balloon, and he was already seething with anger.
"You two bitches, one of you is a Magic Master, and the other a Holy Mage, really thinking that with such skills, you could survive in the Yellow Wing Competition Zone! Believe it or not, I just need to lift a finger to make your deaths ugly!"
"Dark Night Envoy, whether we can survive here is none of your concern. We have no interest in the Dark Night Pavilion, nor do we think much of it. Now, you can get lost," Yun Sheng said coldly.
The Dark Night Envoy Huang wanted to explode in rage, but upon glancing at Yun Sheng, he saw a cold light shooting out from beneath her mask.
