Following a rip of the air, Xiao Wuchang appeared on the top of the snow mountain with the Demonic Blade Draw Portrait in tow, as he stood opposite of Mu Lingxi.
Xiao Wuchang's gaze swept shamelessly over Mu Lingxi, and a wicked glint could not help but appear in his eyes.
"What a stunning beauty, why do you choose to follow a soon-to-be-dead person. Hand over the Demonic Frenzied Dragon Portrait to me, I don't want to hurt you." Xiao Wuchang revealed an evil smile, his eyes filled with coveting lust.
A trace of disgust appeared in Mu Lingxi's eyes as she said in a cold voice. "If you want the Demonic Frenzied Dragon Portrait, then it depends on whether if you have the capabilities to get it."
As she spoke, a cold aura was released from Mu Lingxi's body. The top of the snow mountain was already extremely cold, but its temperature was dropping even more sharply.