Yin Jiuniang's vermilion lips parted slightly, and a laughter like silver bells emanated from her, chilling everyone to the core. She glided lightly forward, her scarlet gauze dress sweeping by, and poisonous moss instantly turned to black water: "You all have tongues that are even more agile than my Poisoned Silver Needle."
She suddenly halted, lifting Zhong Renwang's chin with her fingertips, gazing coldly at his terrifying noseless old face, and said chillingly: "But merely speaking without practicing, that won't win my favor."
Zhong Renwang's frightening old face flushed red, turned white, then green, and finally purple, feeling very embarrassed.
Blood Venerable had been standing in the corner with a gloomy face, and at this moment, he suddenly took half a step forward: "If the Sect Leader trusts me, I am willing to lead the Death Warriors to attack inside the pass at night. Even though Shi Feiyang possesses great martial arts, he cannot withstand an Ambush from All Sides!"
