Hun Ruoruo had long known of her own twisted nature.
Under the influence of Soul Clan beliefs and soul-devouring, her mindset had long become extremely selfish and extreme. She could not tolerate anyone standing above her.
From Nalan Yanran at first to Gu Xun'er of the Ancient Clan later, those outwardly proud and noble women had always been the ones Hun Ruoruo hated most. She would even exact revenge at any cost.
She envied their carefree lives, yet loathed how they condescendingly dismissed her as a promiscuous, wicked enchantress.
Everyone—every self-righteous bitch—would be dragged into hell and fall into the abyss alongside her.
That was why she had ultimately taken notice of Xiao Yan, a man who had likewise been cast into the dust.
Hun Ruoruo could tolerate his hostility, tolerate him watching her lick her wounds, and even tolerate him taking her life for some so-called greater good.
But she absolutely could not tolerate him acting as though he meant to save her!
"Hehehehe, we've only put on an act a few times. You don't actually think you're some kind of savior, do you?"
Killing intent surged across Hun Ruoruo's lovely face, and hatred nearly burned through the heavens. "Not everyone in this world is waiting for you to save them!"
A raging sea of blood roared forth. The foul, pungent filth of it seemed to replace every color, leaving not a trace of its former clear azure blue.
Countless bloodline divine abilities from ancient races were unleashed without regard for the cost. Purple, yellow, white—even the setting sun the Ancient Clan took such pride in rolled and thundered within the sea of blood. Carrying the will of the spirit of the blood pool, they fearlessly charged at Xiao Yan and self-destructed.
Yet her fury struck nothing.
The Xiao