บท 891: Despicable Wan Guqiong

Despite facing two Martial Saints, the Pavilion Master wasn't overly anxious.

Her face remained calm as she continued, "I don't know where Ethan Smith is. You shouldn't be asking me either."

Tyler Wright scoffed, "Do you know where Emily Taylor is then? As far as I know, she's been with you for quite some time, hasn't she?"

The Pavilion Master shook her head, "Ethan Smith has already taken her away."

"So, where have they gone?" The two Martial Saints accompanying Tyler Wright seemed to have lost their confidence.

"I don't know," the Pavilion Master retorted coldly.

"You're asking for death!"

One of the Martial Saints immediately released his suppressive aura in fury, reaching out with his hand!

The Pavilion Master found herself drawn toward his outstretched hand!

"Thud!"

With a sound of collision, the thin hand of the Martial Saint grabbed the Pavilion Master's white neck!

A tremendous force spread out, instantly draining the color from the Pavilion Master's face!