In the pitch-black forest, Dai Yao watched Xiao Wu slowly walk over with the Hidden Weapon Blueprints in her hand and smiled. "Not bad, Xiao Wu. Now, it's time to give them to me."
Xiao Wu had just been weeping, her heart feeling as if it were being cut apart, but the moment she saw Dai Yao, she immediately stared at him warily, clutched the stack of Hidden Weapon Blueprints tightly, and shrank back. In a cold voice, she said, "Dai Yao, before I hand the Hidden Weapon Blueprints over to you, you have to swear that you won't hurt Third Brother. Otherwise..."
Before Xiao Wu could finish, Dai Yao's Soul Power suddenly surged. The One Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring lit up, and a suction force shot out from within it. Xiao Wu's soul instantly left her body and returned to Dai Yao's spiritual world.
What remained was an unconscious shell, while the Hidden Weapon Blueprints in her hand fell to the ground as well.
"So much nonsense."
Dai Yao muttered under his breath, walked over to Xiao Wu's shell, and picked up the Hidden Weapon Blueprints. As he dusted them off, he said quietly, "You really can't read the situation. Your body and soul are both in my hands. What are you going to use to fight me?"
In the spiritual world, Xiao Wu stared blankly at the familiar scene for a moment. Then rage, grief, terror, fear, regret, and all kinds of emotions surged into her heart.
The expression on her face was indescribably complicated.
She had finally recognized the reality of the situation. In front of Dai Yao, she had no status to speak of at all. Whatever Dai Yao wanted her to do, she had to do. Even preserving the purity of her shell was