"Hand over the Blood Clotting Jade, and I can make your death a bit less painful!" The man's hoarse voice echoed, devoid of any warmth, as if Yan Feishuang was already a cold corpse in front of him.
Yan Feishuang's lips curled into a bitter cold smile, her beautiful eyes filled with killing intent, stared at the man in the black robe, and said in a deep voice, "I will not give you the Blood Clotting Jade. If you want to kill me, just do it. Why waste so much breath!"
As soon as Yan Feishuang's voice fell, the mystic energy from the man erupted instantly, sending a massive pressure towards Yan Feishuang. She felt her chest fill with tumultuous blood, and couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of fresh blood.
But before Yan Feishuang's blood hit the ground, the black-robed man's figure had already arrived in a flash. From underneath his robe, his skeletal hand lifted at once and a fierce Life-taking Palm aimed for the top of Yan Feishuang's head.
