Yang Tian's face darkened: "Hua Wuqing, if you dare lay a hand on Wu Zetian, I will make sure every one of your Butterfly Race dies here!"
"Hehehehe..."
Hua Wuqing let out a series of laughs.
After a while, she said with interest: "Do you think I care about these Butterfly Demon Race?"
"You are indeed a heartless demoness; are these Butterfly Demon Race not your people? Their lives and deaths mean nothing to you?"
Yang Tian asked.
"In my eyes, they are just cultivators. If they can't survive, it is their fate. Only the strong can vie with the sun and moon, coexist with heaven and earth. If they truly become strong, they wouldn't care about this trivial fate!"
Hua Wuqing's words were extremely ruthless.
Lan Huling, Lan Hushan, and Lan Hujiao all looked a bit pale.
"Hua Wuqing, you are nothing but a merciless executioner. Only my mother is fit to lead the Butterfly Race in cultivation. Even if you seize the position of Palace Master, I will one day take it back!"
