"Hahaha! Two measly second-grade Transcendent Dukes dare to claim that they will kill me?" When faced with Li Luo's murderous declaration, Qin Lian began to guffaw crazily. Her long hair danced in the wind and an ocean of viscous corruption overflowed out of her body, covering almost half the sky.1

The oppressive feeling she gave off made it difficult for the lower-grade Dukes to even breathe. 0

Everyone had faces full of worry. Li Luo and Jiang Qing'e might have had a stupendous rise in strength, but they were still a little too weak. Even if they were both third-grade, Qin Lian would still have an overwhelming advantage over them. Qin Beiming and the rest of the fifth-grade Dukes had joined hands previously, and some had ended up dying pitifully. Just how much better could the two of them do? 0

As they were lost in worry,...0