Ye Qingtang was no stranger to the skills of Demon God Han Cangming. She had personally experienced how terrifying he was. However, she had no idea how powerful the Paragon was compared to the Demon God Han Cangming.
Suddenly, there was a clear clanging sound.
In the next second, violent winds blew in all directions, and the faint sound of thunder rang out in the sky.
Ye Qingtang saw the Paragon unsheathe her sharp sword, which emitted a cold light.
Heaven-level divine weapon⊠Just unsheathing it was enough to stir the power of nature.
Ye Qingtang knew how terrifying a Heaven-grade divine weapon was.
âHan Cangming, where is my friend?!â
Ye Qingtang suddenly took a few steps forward and shouted at the man in the air.
âYour friend?â Han Cangming looked at Ye Qingtang. âHow would I know?â
âHan Cangming, donât pretend to be ignorant⊠he is the person with the Karma Bloodline.â Ye Qingtang frowned.
For the past two years, Ye Qingtang had been worried about Ling Yanâs safety.
With Ling Yanâs almost useless martial skills, it was impossible for him to possess Han Cangming. Whether Ling Yan was dead or alive, Ye Qingtang had to know.
âOh⊠I remember nowâŠâ Han Cangmingâs lips curled up as he stared at Ye Qingtang.â Why? You seem to care about him a lot. Can I ask whatâs your relationship with him?â
âWhat has my relationship with him got to do with you?â Ye Qingtang asked.
âIn that case, I can only say that heâs already dead,â Han Cangming said with a smile.
Ye Qingtangâs pupils constricted and her body trembled slightly. Endless anger surged from her eyes and she instinctively wanted to continue moving forward.
However, before Ye Qingtang could do anything, she was stopped by the Paragon.
âSister Ah YaoâŠâ Ye Qingtang looked at the Paragon.
âSister Ye Yue, donât be rash.â The Paragon shook her head.
In the Paragonâs opinion, with Ye Qingtangâs skills, she would just be courting death if she went head-on with Han Cangming.
The Paragon looked at Han Cangming. âLooks like thereâs no room for discussion regarding this matter.â
âHeh, Immortal Emperor, you must have misunderstood something. âHan Cangming smiled when he saw the Paragon take out her Heaven-level divine weapon.
The Paragon said expressionlessly, âOh, why do you say that? If thereâs any misunderstanding, you can clarify it.â
âI didnât appear today to target your so-called sister. I didnât say that I came here to kill her,â Han Cangming said.
âIf so, then thereâs no animosity between us,â said the Paragon.
Han Cangming shook his head. âThatâs not entirely true. Although Iâm not here to kill her, I am here⊠to kill you.â
Both the Paragon and Ye Qingtang were stunned.
Han Cangming was not here to snatch her Heavenly Demon Devouring Bloodline, but to kill the Paragon? Why? âYou are here to kill me?â The Paragon quickly regained her composure.
âYes.â Han Cangming nodded.
The Paragon smiled. âThereâs no grudge between us. Today is the first time weâve met, yet you want to kill me. I must admit I am very curious as to why.â