He concealed his sadness, reached out and placed his hand on Qian Shudie's head, ruffled it, and forced a smile, saying, "I like it very much, thank you, Shudie."
"Mmm! I'm glad Brother Su Nian likes it." Qian Shudie forced a smile.
Then, there was silence.
Their conversation was drowned out by the sounds of close combat. The Phantom Demon race was on the verge of extinction. On the battlefield of thousands of demons, only a handful of Phantom Demons were still fighting.
In the sky, Qian Muyu was finally no match for Leng Xingchen and was struck in the chest with a palm!
Qian Muyu's body fell like a cannonball, crashing into the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
Leng Xingchen slowly approached Su Nian and Qian Shudie. He looked down at Su Nian and scanned his cultivation level.
Finally, he sneered, "First level of tribulation? Ha, I thought you'd become much more powerful, but is this all you've got?"
Su Nian remained silent.
He released Qian Shudie's hand and took a step forward.
"Oh? Are you still going to put up a stubborn resistance?" Leng Xingchen sneered.
"To be honest, I really don't think I can beat you in this way." Su Nian lowered her head and walked forward step by step.
"It's good that you know. If you take your own life, I might let this little girl go."
Su Nian lowered her head and remained silent for a long time.
Qian Shudie's heart tightened, and she hurriedly said, "Don't listen to him! Brother Su Nian! We can die, but we can't die without dignity!"
Leng Xingchen narrowed his eyes, quietly waiting for Su Nian's reply.
After a long while, Su Nian chuckled softly.
He drew his longsword, separated it from his palm, and the blade was tempered by blood. He raised the sword and pointed it directly at Leng Xingchen.
"It's a good suggestion, but I'm declining."
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