Yun bixue's tone was firm. She would never let Xia yejiao off.
She was Yun bixue, and she had developed a cold and strong heart. She was no longer the Yan Shuanghua from a thousand years ago.
Her heart was hard and cold enough at this time, and she was not soft-hearted when facing her enemies.
She concentrated and continued to exert force.
However, the process of exerting this force was also very taxing on her mind. Her face was getting paler and paler, and her white hair was flying in the air. The corner of her mouth was also suffused with a bright red color, and drops of blood were flowing out of her mouth.
Yun bixue had made up her mind. Even if it meant damaging her body, she would kill Xia yejiao to avenge herself from a thousand years ago.
"Ah ... Yun bixue ... Ah ... You're really ... Really not Yan Shuanghua anymore ..."
A cold glint flashed across Yun bixue's eyes."I'm no longer her. No one can stop me from killing you now."
