The Saint Lord's Dazzling Strike, the Secret Realm's Sacrifice

Shi Yan did not know how to describe those eyes. They held the coldness of one who had slaughtered all beneath heaven, the calm of one who had watched endless ages pass, and the indifference of one who had seen everything the world could offer.

Though he could not put it into words, he knew the owner of those eyes was a peerless powerhouse.

A supreme master weathered by countless years!

"Qing Cicada, be careful."

Shi Yan sent the warning through his soul.

He knew he had turned over the wrong card. The person opening her eyes now was not Meng Wushuang, but the Azure Lotus True God!

He did not know why Meng Wushuang had yet to fully suppress the Remnant Soul's consciousness, but he knew his chief purpose in coming here was to keep the Nine-Turn Divine Cicada alive.

At the slightest sign of trouble, he would order the Nine-Turn Divine Cicada to use its secret technique and escape.

"Master, be careful! It's the Azure Lotus True God's Remnant Soul controlling her!"

The Nine-Turn Divine Cicada answered.

Its true body was trapped among Meng Wushuang's hair.

Those fine strands looked delicate, yet they bound it as firmly as the toughest ropes in the world, leaving it unable to move.

"You truly are different from the others."

At that moment, "Meng Wushuang" spoke.

Her voice was as cold and unfeeling as her gaze.

Those few words alone left Shi Yan feeling as though she had seen straight through him.

"Senior, you flatter me. I came here to—"

"I shall let this cicada go for you."

"Meng Wushuang" cut him off.

"You need pay no price. Simply follow the steps I give you, and... it will be done."

Toward the end, her brows drew together slightly, and a trace of