Seeing this, Luomei furrowed her brow into a deep frown, her pretty features turning remarkably sharp. A trace of impatience flashed in her eyes, as if she were looking at two ignorant and reckless ants. She tried to persuade them once more, "Imperious Dragon and Snake couple, do you truly intend to make an enemy of our Spirit Temple?" Her voice rose a notch, thick with heavy threats.
"If you hand over Tang San right now, I can let bygones be bygones." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the two like a blade. "Otherwise, all of you will die here." Every single word sounded like sharp icicles squeezed out from between her teeth, cold and piercing.
With that, she raised her hand once again, her slender fingers tightly gripping the bowstring and pulling it back with force. A cruel smile curved the corners of her mouth—a grin resembling a demon's, enough to make one's hair stand on end. Then, loosening her fingers, an arrow howled forth, carrying the breath of death as it sped directly toward the Imperious Dragon and Snake couple.
Chapter 67