Jialan Mingyue steadied herself. She stretched out a hand and wiped away the traces of blood at the corners of her lips. The look in her eyes was cold to the extreme as she stared at Beiming Youhuang.
"Cheap slut, you dare to hit me?" Jialan Mingyue coldly spoke. She has never suffered such humiliation before.
Beiming Youhaung stepped forward as a fearsome ice-like energy permeated the area, capable of sealing all life. At this instant, Jialan Mingyue felt frost covering her entire body as a sense of immense crisis bore down on her.
"Youhuang, stop!" The Jialan Monarch stepped out, waving his hand to dissipate the frosty energy. He turned his gaze to Beiming Youhuang, "Youhuang, what are you doing?"
"Those who are sent here to mine the stones are all criminals or slaves. You actually sent Qin Wentian to such a place?" Beiming Youhuang's eyes were cold to the extreme, staring at Jialan Mingyue.