As soon as Bai Yue saw that Zhao Hanli was truly pushed to the brink of suicide by Wang Yan, she was startled. She hurriedly raised her Crescent Blade, holding it in front of her, nervously staring at Zhao Hanli.
On the other hand, Wang Yan appeared indifferent. He stood before Zhao Hanli, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said contemptuously, "Sister, don't be afraid. Looking at his cowardly demeanor, even if you gave him two guts, he wouldn't dare to commit suicide."
Zhao Hanli gritted his teeth and shouted, "Why wouldn't I dare to commit suicide? Anyway, if I'm caught by you, I'm dead either way. I'd rather kill myself and take you two down with me."
Wang Yan snorted coldly and said, "I fear there's still hope in your heart. If I capture you, I won't kill you. But if you crush the Demon Venerable Strike, you will die instantly, with no chance of turning back."
Upon hearing Wang Yan's words, Zhao Hanli deflated like a punctured balloon.
