Standing before Li Qingyun with her severed arm still unhealed, Xia Yuzhen felt a surge of shame and anger, even a trace of inferiority.
Previously, she had been the Great Commander of the Eternal First Legion, admired by countless people and holding the power of life and death in her hands. A single word from her could change many people's fates.
She had also been peerlessly elegant, unmatched in beauty; wherever she went, she had been the center of attention.
Yet that Myriad Heng Level Witch Mark invasion had destroyed everything she possessed—power, status, honor, even her beauty.
A one-armed woman was simply too conspicuous among Eternal Supreme Beings!
Descendants of the Eternal bloodline could regenerate from a single drop of blood, yet she could not even regrow a severed arm.
In the eyes of others, that meant she had been cursed by the Witch Mark and abandoned by Eternal Light!
"What are you looking at!"
Sensing Li Qingyun's gaze drifting now and then toward her rotten stump, Xia Yuzhen lost control of her emotions somewhat and could not help shouting sharply.
"Oh, this humble Daoist merely felt that for the Great Commander to survive that catastrophe at the cost of one arm, your luck was quite good. Compared to your fortune, Great Commander, those lives swallowed by the darkness of the Witch Mark were the truly tragic ones..."
Seeing Xia Yuzhen as though she had become a different person—sensitive, insecure, and quick to anger—Li Qingyun smiled faintly.
He could sense that Xia Yuzhen's cultivation had declined greatly compared to before she had been "contaminated" by the Witch Mark.
The power of a Fourteen-Ring Witch Mark was, in essence, already almost no different from the Cosmos Law. So long as the "contamination" on Xia Yuzhen remained, it would cling to