17th on the Qilin Ranking, Known Throughout the World! (1)

As he spoke, Han Zhao looked at Ji Qingshuang and said,

"Miss Ji, Murong Qi's injuries have yet to recover. Can we join forces to kill him? I don't want anything, as long as he dies."

"Alright!" Ji Qingshuang looked at Murong Qi, whose aura had greatly decreased. He gritted his teeth and made a decision.

If her Seven Evil Mask fragment could devour the pure white tiger bloodline in Murong Qi's body, the power of the divine weapon would increase greatly. Breaking through the Snake-level bottleneck was right in front of her. In the future, she would also have an advantage when competing with Ji Baiwei for the divine weapon fragment.

She still had concerns about a one-on-one battle, but now that Han Zhao had succeeded in his sneak attack, her chances of winning were very high.

"Do you think the two of you can kill me? Dream on!" Murong Qi sneered.