Wu Yao looked at Zhou Yuan with complicated eyes. Deep within them were unwillingness and exhaustion, but even more was the relief of everything finally settling, along with an indescribable sense of release. Her red lips parted slightly. Her voice was hoarse and weak, yet incomparably clear. "Zhou Yuan, you won. The Sacred Dragon Destiny... is yours."
Before her words had faded, her jade-like hands abruptly formed seals, and the destiny within her body churned violently! A dazzling golden dragon aura, containing endless majesty and vitality, was forcibly stripped from within her!
The dragon aura let out an unwilling wail and twisted desperately. It was precisely the final strand of Sacred Dragon Destiny that King Wu had taken from Zhou Yuan years ago and fused into her body!
Stripping away destiny was like tearing out Wu Yao's tendons and marrow! Her delicate body trembled violently, her face instantly turning white as paper. Her aura, like a candle flame in the wind, rapidly withered away. Her once-straight back could no longer support her, and she limply collapsed backward!
"Senior Sister Wu Yao!"
Just as Wu Yao was about to fall to the ground, a graceful purple figure appeared at her side as though teleporting. It was Su Youwei!
With quick eyes and hands, she caught Wu Yao's unsteady body. Her beautiful eyes were full of worry and urgency. "Senior Sister! How are you?"
Though Su Youwei and Wu Yao were not from the same domain, both were Mo Lin's beloved women and proud heavenly daughters. They had long admired one another. Seeing Wu Yao harm herself so severely just to keep her promise, Su Youwei was deeply shaken as well.
Freed from its restraints, the stripped Sacred Dragon Destiny let out a joyous dragon cry and shot toward the roaring phantom