As if sensing the aura of the Law of Trickery, Demon Wolf Fenrir raised his head and locked eyes with Si Xiaonan in midair.
He tilted his head slightly, confusion surfacing in his scarlet eyes...
"Not Loki?"
Amid the crowd, someone spoke in astonishment. "Why is it a little girl?"
"Where's Loki? Is he dead?"
"How is that possible? That Loki died? Did a Supreme God make a move?"
"There's no mistake. She carries the Law of Trickery... she is the new God of Trickery!"
The name of Loki, the God of Trickery, was simply too famous. Even these major criminals, who had been imprisoned in the dungeon since some unknown age, knew of his existence. Now that they saw the God of Trickery had changed hands, they were utterly shocked.
Si Xiaonan, hovering in midair, paid no attention to these major criminals who had broken free. She merely looked down at Fenrir below and slowly said:
"Loki is dead. From this day onward, I am your master."
ROAR—!!!
Fenrir stared fixedly at Si Xiaonan, then suddenly let out a roar. His massive body shot upward, carrying a terrifyingly murderous aura as he lunged directly at Si Xiaonan!
Fenrir was, after all, Loki's offspring. Even though Si Xiaonan bore the aura of the Law of Trickery, she was merely a stranger to him. Si Xiaonan had killed Loki, so naturally, he could not possibly acknowledge the murderer of his father as his master.
The fierce wind lifted the hem of her black trench coat. Si Xiaonan stood unmoving in the air, as steady as a boulder. She coldly watched Fenrir, whose killing intent soared to the heavens, allowing that gaping maw to engulf her figure...
Just as the sharp fangs were about to close, a trick flashed deep within Si