"Damn it, what's with you people from the Witch Race? Why the hell do you all love to spit up blood mid-fight?"
Though Zhou Fan said this, his figure flashed and came to a halt. His eyes narrowed, fixated on Xie Chunyu, who was glaring back at him with a vicious, sinister expression.
"Heh heh, what do you know? This is a Secret Technique of my Witch Race. I admit you're strong, but even so, you will still die here today!"
Xie Chunyu split her mouth into a wide grin. Zhou Fan couldn't help but frown at the sight. 'Ugly. So ugly. So ugly it's hard to look at her!'
Especially now, with her deathly pale face and crimson blood, she looked like a damn Ah Piao!
