I Am Going to Win!

Jin Xinyue's voice was as cold as a frigid blizzard, lowering the temperature of the entire warehouse by dozens of degrees.

However, the crimson flames of spiritual energy around Ding Lingdang were still flowing out incessantly like unstoppable magma.

When she stared at Jin Xinyue, there was no anger but deep sorrow in her eyes. "Do you not understand, Jin Xinyue? Your clandestine approaches, your blood and violence, will never resolve the problems fundamentally even if they can achieve something temporarily!"

From the moment they met, Jin Xinyue had been at ease, and she had controlled the pace of their conversation tightly, but she was utterly dumbfounded by Ding Lingdang's remark.

The delicate makeup and perfect smile on the saintess of demons' face were frozen before they split apart and were replaced by a genuine expression of disbelief and amusement.