"Lin Fan, just you wait, you had better pray that you never cross paths with me again. Otherwise, I'll make your life a living hell, ah..."
A more ferocious aura burst forth from Wang Yanzi, slicing across the surrounding Array like countless swords and blades.
Boom…
With a loud noise, the Array that surrounded them was finally completely deciphered by Wang Yanzi.
Wang Yanzi immediately approached Zhao Cong and asked, "Disciple, are you all right?"
Zhao Cong was extremely weak; Lin Fan had destroyed her Purple Mansion, leaving her feeling utterly desolate.
For a martial maniac, once the Purple Mansion was destroyed, it truly was a fate worse than death...
"Master, just kill me. Now that my Purple Mansion is destroyed, I am nothing but a cripple. Living on is meaningless, so please, Master, I beg you, kill your disciple and spare me from further suffering!"
Zhao Cong began to plead with Wang Yanzi incessantly.
Now, Zhao Cong wished for nothing but death.
