The Female Demon Lord grasped the underlying meaning of his words and was instantly furious, "You cunning boy, thinking before even restoring my head to its rightful place that I would protect you along the way?! Where in the world is there such a good deal!"
Baili An responded with a rather fake but very charming smile.
At that moment, the cold sword tip embedded in Si Li's chest began to emit burning Sword Intent; golden sword fire and gushing blood erupted simultaneously.
The Female Demon Lord realized it was a critical moment to draw the sword, her expression solemn and her gaze intense, she quieted down.
As the sword fire and the blood burned, the sword wind that rose was chilling to the bone.
A white mist lifted the fringe on Baili An's forehead, and the disheveled hair quickly frosted over with a thin layer of frost.
