"About what you said just now, I suppose I can be magnanimous and let it go, Your Majesty~"
She deliberately drew out the final syllable, making that "Your Majesty" sound endlessly teasing, her tone filled with the smugness of a victor.
Inside Taiji Hall, the atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.
Ning Fengzhi's face shifted between green and white, the fingers gripping his scepter turning pale from the force.
Gray-black Soul Power flickered around Bone Douluo Gu Rong, and space rippled faintly. He was clearly ready to strike at any moment or escort Ning Fengzhi away.
Ning Fengzhi felt a surge of rebellious blood rush straight to his head, and his vision went black in waves.
His entire body began trembling uncontrollably from the extreme fury and humiliation.
He had devoted his entire life to developing the sect, socializing among various powers, and prided himself on being exceptionally resourceful. Even Spirit Hall had to be wary of him.
When had he ever suffered such disgrace?
Betrayed and ignored by his own "disciple," and even humiliated by her in return!
He abruptly raised the Gem Scepter in his hand and pointed it at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure seated on the dragon throne. His voice was hoarse, filled with blood-chilling grief and fury:
"You... you... you rebellious disciple! How dare you—!!"
"Pfft—"
Before he could finish, his rage attacked his heart. Ning Fengzhi suddenly felt his throat turn sweet and violently spat out a mouthful of crimson blood. It traced a tragic arc through the air and stained the front of his robe red.
His body swayed, and he fell backward.
"Fengzhi! Fengzhi!"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong's expression changed drastically. With a flash, he appeared behind Ning Fengzhi and caught him.
His thin palm immediately pressed against Ning Fengzhi's back, pouring