“Absolutely not. I don’t know whether the matter of her targeting me was decided by herself or because she was ordered to, but she has already crossed my bottom line. The enmity between us can only be washed away with blood. Either I die, or she dies. There’s no third option.”

Long Chen’s words were decisive without any room for leeway. There was no way to doubt his determination. Long Chen was now completely infuriated with Yin Wushuang.

Hua Biluo was silent for a moment before slowly saying, “Long Chen, do you know how powerful the ancient families are?”

Long Chen shook his head. “I don’t know. I also don’t need to know. Even if she is the descendant of a god, she still must die. Otherwise, I won’t be able to face my dead brothers.”

Whenever Yin Wushuang’s name was mentioned, Long Chen’s killing intent would soar. Guan Wennan’s lifeless eyes were forever fixed within his mind.

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