There was a reason the ancient gods had fallen.
Take this Star-born God, for example. Born from the essence stars had condensed over endless years, it would have been one thing if she merely neglected her divine duties and drew her pay without doing her job. Instead, she had cast aside proper business and foolishly made a wedding dress for someone else.
If she had merely been an ordinary immortal, that would have been one thing. But her origins were anything but ordinary.
The sharp tip of the dragon spear was almost pressed against the woman's brow!
To say she was not afraid would have been a lie.
The dragon spear had slaughtered deeply in ancient times. Unlike other Divine Weapons, immortal artifacts, and magical treasures, it possessed none of those messy functions or attributes. It was simply hard and sharp—sturdy enough, heavy enough, dedicated to cleaving, breaking, and piercing.
She understood in her heart that other weapons might find it difficult to slay a Star-born God, but the dragon spear absolutely could!
"Dragon Girl! We have neither grievance nor grudge between us. Why are you trying to harm me?"
Her terror had reached its limit as she screamed herself hoarse.
As far as Bai was concerned, she had merely pushed her acting skills to the utmost.
"Harm you? Clearly, you and that traitor Xiao harmed this dragon! Stop changing the subject. In the Death Prison, heavenly lightning roared and gale-force qi flayed flesh from bone, yet even that could not disperse the Corpse Qi. Did you really think this dragon spent every day secluded in her boudoir, embroidering?"
Bai Yujun's words had practically laid everything bare, leaving no room for denial.
Things were noisy on this side.
Those ferocious creatures, however, watched with great relish.
The Many-eyed Lion smiled