Looking at Yan Zhaoge, Chen Lin was enraged to the point of her soul almost leaving her body, throwing her aura-qi into turmoil and almost causing a cultivation deviation.
A hand suddenly landed on her shoulder. Looking over, she saw that it was Xie Ziyi.
Chen Lin wailed mournfully from the depths of her heart, "Ziyi…"
Patting her shoulder, Xie Ziyi then turned to look at Yan Zhaoge, "Yan Zhaoge, is it?"
He pointed to Pan-Pan, "I can tell you very honestly now that I want to slaughter your Pixiu."
Around thirty years of age, Xie Ziyi had a robust body, his features carrying a ruthless air about them.
His gaze was filled with confidence and fighting intent just like his junior apprentice-brother Yan Shan, just that his disposition was somewhat steadier than Yan Shan's. Still, his entire body emanating arrogance, he appeared even more forceful and domineering.
Yan Zhaoge shrugged, "You actually want to kill me as well, don't you?"