The Pink Mist

The trio stood in a standstill for a moment, but Fang Jinyao knew the battle was unavoidable. She was smart, and she understood that these two would never let her go. Trying to reason with them was pointless—she could see the malice radiating from their eyes, a deadly aura that washed over her like a suffocating wave. Her hair stood on end as the killing intent crept closer, making every instinct in her body scream to prepare for what was coming.

"After we deal with you, we'll find the brat and personally thank him for destroying the branch clan. The patriarch himself invited him to join our main clan as the reward. Can you imagine that? You damned half-blood," the man spoke again, his voice thick with venom. A dangerous madness flickered in his pink eyes, eyes that were as rare as phoenix feathers, their unusual glow giving him an almost otherworldly appearance.