You want me to surrender to you and be your servant?
Hearing Qingfeng Li's words, the Snow Mountain Saintess's tender face slightly changed.
She shook her head and arrogantly said, "It's totally impossible for me to be your servant. It's better to kill me."
"If you do not surrender, then you will die."
Qingfeng Li's eyes flashed with a cold light. His body exuded a fierce murderous intent. Since the woman wanted to die, then he would help her.
Keng!
Qingfeng Li pulled out his Golden Light Sword. He swung an arc in the air and stabbed at the heart of the Snow Mountain Saintess.
"Friend, hold your sword. Give some respect to this old man and let the Snow Mountain Saintess go. Is that okay?" At this time, an old voice rang out from the primitive forest.
Hearing this voice, Qingfeng Li's face went pale. He always felt this primitive forest was not simple. There was a legendary master, and now he finally appeared.