Baili An's five icy fingers reached the top of her head, his voice indifferent and emotionless, "You tell me, can I destroy this head of yours?"
Hong Zhuang said fiercely, "You wouldn't dare!"
The Female Demon Lord, however, laughed nonchalantly, "You can try."
Baili An fell silent for a good while before his fingers finally loosened their grip.
Seeing her intimidation had the desired effect, the Female Demon Lord couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile, "That's more like it. Although it was Si Li who fulfilled the grace debt, being a descendant of Jiang Chen just like you, if I hadn't brought out Jiang Chen's body and a shred of Spiritual Sense, you would not have been born into this world. Be obedient and repay your sister's debt for her, and your Corpse Demon Clan will... wait, what are you doing?"
The incessantly talking Demon Lord suddenly furrowed her brows, sensing that something was amiss.
