"I don't want what happened in the Little Chaos Galaxy, or my existence, to spread." Jiang Feiling's sacred, towering figure spoke slowly. Then her gaze sharpened. "And the dead are the best at keeping secrets!"
As her words fell, she swept a hand toward Mo Yu and the others.
Boom!!
More than fifty Astral God Origins of the Demon-Subduing Lineage beside them instantly turned into cosmic stardust amid countless wails and pleas for mercy.
Zhao Ziyue and the other person shuddered violently at the sight. Neither dared lift their heads, their faces pressed to their knees, feeling as though the Great Dao they had cultivated for so many years was about to shatter.
Even Li Muyun's face went pale, and she nearly dropped to the ground like them. Only Li Tianming stopped her, then smiled and shook his head at her.
Jiang Feiling continued coldly, "Do you want to live?"
"Please spare us, Senior!" Tower Lord Mo Yu and Zhao Ziyue cried out in unison, their desire to survive overwhelming.
"Do you understand what should be done and what should not?" Jiang Feiling asked coldly.
"This junior understands. After returning to the Heavenly Emperor Sect, I absolutely will not reveal a single word about this trip to the Little Chaos Galaxy. You may continue your peaceful cultivation, and your husband, Tianming, may cultivate in peace without disturbance," Mo Yu promised repeatedly.
Zhao Ziyue also said tremblingly, "Please rest assured, Senior. This junior will absolutely keep her mouth shut. Furthermore, within the Heavenly Emperor Sect, we will wholeheartedly protect your husband from now on. You need not concern yourself with trivial matters."
"Empty words prove nothing."
As Jiang Feiling spoke, a rose flew from her hand toward Zhao Ziyue. It sank into Zhao Ziyue's chest, forming a golden rose pattern beneath