Just a straight-up execution attempt...
"Hahaha!"
Huo Rong's laughter rang, his flaming robes fluttering as he descended slowly, like a predator savoring the moment before the kill.
"Attack you?" His voice was mocking, filled with amusement. "Brat, do you really need to ask? You should've been dead already. If not for that damned luck of yours… well, let's just say there wouldn't even be ashes left of you."
Su Xiaobai's lips twitched.
"Tsk. If you wanted me dead, you could've at least sent someone prettier." He rolled his shoulders, shaking off the remaining tension. "Getting assassinated by an old man? That's just embarrassing."
Huo Rong's smile vanished.
"Arrogant till the end, huh?" His eyes darkened, flames swirling at his fingertips. "I'd expect nothing less from you, Su Xiaobai. You always had a sharp tongue—let's see if you can still run your mouth when I burn it out of your skull."
