Together with them came Hao Jian and the others, who had rushed over after hearing the news. Zhan Rourou in particular entered her half-human, half-demon form the moment she appeared, shrouded in a blood moon as she charged at the Succubus Race onstage.
But Yuanwei gave her no chance to act.
"Little Xiaoxiao, your sister-in-law has already taken care of it for you—the bone-grinding, ash-scattering kind."
Yuanwei returned to human form and descended with her right hand behind her back. In that hidden hand, she held a vibrant, beating heart, which she silently put away.
Su Xiaoxiao frowned slightly at the sight, then gave Yuanwei a rather cold look. "You're not my sister-in-law."
Ignoring Yuanwei's darkening expression, she walked toward Xu Kun and the others.
"Damn, it's already over? That phoenix was so strong." Hao Jian smacked his lips.
Xu Kun glanced at Yuanwei, who had just displayed her might, somewhat surprised. "What, no more pretending?"
Yuanwei smiled faintly. "You've already seen all of me. What's the point of pretending?"
Uh... what kind of outrageous thing was that supposed to mean?
"Everyone, go home. Don't worship so-called idols. These people either want your money or want your lives."
With the Sacred Domain broken, those who had been imprisoned within it and were soon to be teleported away like livestock regained their freedom.
"I swear that for the rest of my life, the only idol I'll worship will be Kun God!"
"Yeah! Kun God is the idol truly worth worshipping!"
"Same here!"
Well, for people who liked chasing stars, idols would not disappear. They would only change.
Xu Kun merely shook his head. He had no desire to become some trending celebrity.
He was himself. He was Kun!
He did not put on an act or deliberately cultivate his fans, yet