Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Looking at the blue-white electric current, Long Aotian's eyes were filled with rage.

“Song Qingyou…”

Long Aotian slowly stood up, his eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Song Qingyou.

"..."

Song Qingyou didn't say anything, just looked at him calmly.

Why do you indiscriminately kill innocent people?

Long Aotian gritted his teeth and asked the question word by word.

"The situation on the competition field can change in an instant... Her rushing up like this was reckless of her own."

Song Qingyou said coldly.

"So you're going to kill me?"

Long Aotian glanced at his junior sister's corpse, then glared at Song Qingyou with his large, round eyes and demanded an explanation.

"I do not have."

Song Qingyou denied it.

Just kidding. Even if the thought of killing him is ingrained in my bones, I can't show it right now.

"My junior sister died instantly. What if it were me, soaking wet? Would I have died even more tragically?"

Long Aotian's eyes were filled with rage; this woman was truly wicked.

"Long Aotian, all of us participating in this competition have signed a waiver of life and death. On the competition field, life and death are irrelevant! In this duel, who can guarantee they won't be harmed in the slightest? I certainly can't."

Song Qingyou naturally ignored it.

She felt a deep regret that she hadn't killed Long Aotian.

However, she was also quite pleased with herself for accidentally killing his junior sister.

The cycle of revenge has ended.

The lives of all those in the princess's household were on her shoulders, and now they have all vanished like smoke.

"Bright words!"

Long Aotian knew he couldn't say or do anything, so he could only suffer in silence for the time being.

"Humph!"

Song Qingyou snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Little girl, stop right there!"

The old ancestor Tianyang, sitting on the stage, could no longer sit still. Seeing his hard-won disciple almost killed, he was truly unwilling to accept it.

"Ancestor, what is it?"

Song Qingyou turned her head slightly. Although she felt disgusted with this Tianyang Ancestor, she still had to maintain her politeness in front of so many people.

In the world of cultivation, such formalities are very important among the prestigious sects.

"You are a woman, yet you act so ruthlessly. Aren't you afraid that your path to immortality will be interrupted?"

Ancestor Tianyang rebuked him coldly, his tone carrying a strong threat.

"Ha ha……"

Song Qingyou couldn't help but chuckle softly, "The ancestor can actually tell fortunes?"

Although her tone was calm, the sarcasm in it was immediately apparent.

"Ha ha--"

Yuwen Donghai was the first to smile, showing his respect. He was happiest to see Luo Tianyang so embarrassed.

Ancestor Tianyang's expression changed slightly, but before he could say anything, Song Qingyou spoke up again: "I ran into you once at the restaurant before. Unfortunately, I was still arguing with Long Aotian. The reason was that in the lower realm, Long Aotian's junior sister killed more than a hundred people in my manor. You said that matters in the lower realm should not be brought up in the upper realm. I respectfully follow your teachings... but just now you made a judgment about my path of cultivation, which I do not understand."

Song Qingyou paused for a moment, then looked at Tianyang Ancestor with clear eyes.

The atmosphere was initially quite excited because they had won the game.

However, because of a single sentence from Tianyang Patriarch, everyone decided to stay away from Song Qingyou.

After all, it's best to avoid having too much contact with people who dare to be enemies of the Luo family.