In King City, the members of the Wang Clan looked up at that goddess-like figure in the sky, their eyes unexpectedly filling with infatuation.
"So beautiful."
The sight was somewhat unbelievable, even enough to make one's hair stand on end.
That person had killed a group of elders right before their eyes, yet the matter had stirred no waves in their hearts, as if the life and death of the Wang Clan had nothing to do with them.
In their eyes, there was only that breathtakingly beautiful figure radiating divine dawnlight. Everyone stared at her, a dreamlike, illusory painting reflected in their eyes, and they could not help but be dazzled and entranced.
Even though that painting was filled with killing intent, as if composing a funeral song.
Mu Zi looked at the people below, taking in their expressions, and her delicate brows knitted slightly.
This was not the style she wanted. A dignified Martial Ancestor—how could she charm people with allure?
Letting out a soft breath, she withdrew the divine radiance on her body. As the light gradually dimmed, the people of the Wang Clan began to come back to their senses.
Even though the dawnlight had already dispersed, a faint, lingering regret remained in their eyes, as if they were still reluctant to tear themselves away.
Only after quite a while did everyone return to normal. Then, one after another, they stared at the figure in the sky with horrified eyes.
Demoness.
Of course, they did not dare shout those words aloud. They could only say them in their hearts.
Mu Zi took out a dozen or so Nirvana Pills and circulated the Devouring Heaven Skill to refine them. The Yuan Power within her body grew abundant once more.
Her gaze swept over the area below, and Mu