"Is it?"
The woman chuckled.
Yang Tian shuddered; a sense of danger surged within him. The woman's slight smile blossomed like a cold flower, and his instincts warned him of peril!
Almost in the next second, the woman moved.
Whoosh!
A roaring blast sounded, and the woman instantly appeared before Yang Tian, lifting her hand to deliver a heavy blow to his chest.
"This..."
Yang Tian's face darkened.
He looked at the woman and saw a cold and unfamiliar face.
He wanted to say something, but a vast Spiritual Breath erupted, sending him flying back, crashing heavily onto the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood. The powerful Spiritual Breath reverberated within him, and with such a blow, he fainted immediately.
Before losing consciousness, all he could think of was the woman's cold face.
In the past, that face was full of smiles.
But now, it was so cold, so unfamiliar.
Yang Tian plummeted from Paradise to hell in an instant.
