After Xiao Xiejun finished speaking, his elder brothers all laughed—laughed wildly.
"Eighth Brother, stop teasing her. Get your hands on her! You've waited thirty thousand years for this outlet to vent your anger!"
"Indeed, thirty thousand years! Si Dao Fenghua, I've waited for you for thirty thousand years!" Xiao Xiejun's smile turned even more sinister, even crueler.
At this moment, no matter how shattered or terrified Si Dao Fenghua was, she knew she had only one chance: take down Xiao Xiejun!
Before that, she cast a despairing glance toward the people from the Galactic Bounty Bureau, only to find those Blackblood Ghost Gods watching with indifferent eyes. Clearly, they had no intention of joining their conflict... or rather, they did not wish to intervene yet.
At this final moment, Si Dao Fenghua chose to believe in herself!
"Xiao Xiejun destroyed his own Primordial Chaos Eyes, his system is in disarray, and he bears a blood curse yet remains arrogantly overconfident. If I can seize his Astral God Origin while facing him alone, I'll have bargaining chips in hand!"
After steadying her spirit and will, she erupted one last time. Wielding a purple longsword worth hundreds of millions, a top-grade Defying Dao-level Eonic God artifact, she shone with countless rays of purple light. Her Primordial Chaos pulse field swept forth, suppressing Xiao Xiejun in a murderous rush. Sword Qi and pulse field formed two purple phoenixes, resonating together as they tore open this blood-red, foglike Star Ruins!
"You, you... you've taken me for the breakthrough point?"
Xiao Xiejun sneered, grinned viciously, and laughed mockingly, his laughter brimming with excitement and ridicule. "You Primordial Chaos Clan lot, living such peaceful, idyllic lives, have no idea what kind of madness the world beyond Tai Yu has become!"
All over his body, those blood-red