This butterfly is illusory as a whole, overflowing with light and dazzling beauty. When its two wings flap, countless starlight falls, and a cold sound comes from its body.

"you……"

In the blink of an eye, the soul thread rushed away and the butterfly collapsed.

But soon, it formed again.

Xu Qing's eyes were cold.

And the woman's voice continued to echo.

"Even if you kill, you should be relieved of your anger, right?"

With a bang, millions of soul threads went away again, and the butterfly died once again, but as expected, it was re-formed.

"That's enough!"

boom!

After burning a stick of incense, Xu Qing walked into the distance with an expressionless face, followed by the butterfly behind him, and the sound continued to echo.

"You are so stingy. You haven't calmed down yet. I was joking with you before. If you still want to fight, you can kill me a hundred and eighty times."

"Oh, don't be angry. I know you are curious about my skills. You should also be curious about my origins."

"I am from Xia Xiangong."

"By the order of the Palace Master, I invite you to Xia Xiang Palace to meet you."
Chapter completed!