"Stop with the pretense, Avril. Do you really think I can't do anything to you? In my eyes, your so-called identity as the Holy Daughter of the Church means nothing. I have countless ways to ensure your Church won't dare to trouble me. Do you believe that?" Sima Lingyun looked at Avril and sneered coldly.
"What exactly do you want?"
Avril's face darkened, unable to maintain her composure, and her eyes flickered with anger.
"I don't want to do anything to you. I just want to warn you that in China, you'd better behave. I don't care what schemes you have with the Yang Family, nor do I care about any grudges you have with Lu Tianxing, but I want you to remember, this is Beijing, not your Western lands, much less your Vatican. If you dare to cause trouble in Beijing, I don't mind letting you see if my sword can kill."
As soon as he finished speaking, an intense surge of sword energy shot up from Sima Lingyun's body, directly thrusting towards Avril.
"Bright Divine Shield!"
