A Blessing from the Heavens?

A Beauty Dropped from the Sky? "Noisy."

As Shi Yan stood there in a daze, the woman in the black dress spoke.

Her voice was cold and clear, carrying supreme majesty, like a giant dragon grown impatient with the clamor of ants.

No—she was the divine dragon high above all!

The moment her voice fell, a streak of black light suddenly appeared above the hunched phantom's head.

With a swish, the black light dispersed, and the phantom vanished without a trace along with it.

This person who had called himself a god and driven Shi Yan to the brink of death was just gone, soundlessly and silently!

And the woman in the black dress had merely opened her mouth. She had not even moved a hand.

Shi Yan swallowed, then straightened as well, not daring to make the slightest move.

A mighty being like this could probably kill him with a single glance.

He could only hope she was merely passing by and would not pay attention to a nobody like him.

He swept the corner of his eye toward Yates. Good—Yates would not talk nonsense now.

Under the hunched phantom's suppression just now, Yates had suffered terribly. His body had nearly been flattened, and now his skin was split and his flesh torn, his life hanging by a thread as he lay unconscious.

"Hmph. A mere God-Class remnant soul actually dared to attack my husband."

At this moment, the red-haired woman also spoke.

Her voice was gentle, carrying a hint of anger, and then she struck out with an empty palm.

The throne that had left even the Saint King helpless instantly turned to dust.

Afterward, two streams of light shot out from beneath the throne and landed in her hand.

"Yan Li, this is my husband!"

The woman