"Of course he was my man. For this day, I spent a full two years in your Bai family as a cook, swallowing humiliation and bearing heavy burdens. To avenge this grudge today truly brings boundless joy."
Seeing that A Mu had wounded one of them and that Bai Tiansong and the others had turned grim, Wen Jingjing first threw back her clear voice in several bursts of laughter, looking exceedingly pleased.
She then tucked back the lovely hair by her ear. As her clear eyes fell upon A Mu's shattered, mangled remains, a trace of reluctance surfaced within them before swiftly vanishing.
From the moment her entire family had been exterminated, her heart had already died. There was no longer any bitterness or softness to speak of, for a heart hardened like iron could feel nothing.
"From what I know, there are no more than five martial arts in this age capable of allowing an ordinary Innate martial artist to erupt with the combat strength of a Celestial Being. And of those, only one can produce a performance like A Mu's—the Cauldron-Planting Strongman Art. You entered the Joyful Union lineage of the Demonic Sect?"
The eldest of the Bai family truly deserved to be called a fierce figure who had roamed Dingzhou for decades without suffering defeat. Though he lacked the extraordinary gifts of the Lineage steward Ruan Hanyun, his eyesight and knowledge were likewise exceptional. He swiftly identified the origin of A Mu's martial art.
It was, in truth, a divine art akin to Heavenly Demon Disintegration. Yet its effects were outstanding, allowing an Innate martial artist to challenge and defeat a Celestial Being—enough to stir the hearts of everyone under heaven.
Nan Fenglan, hidden at the entrance to the stone chamber and enveloped by Xiang Yang's Spiritual