Zhu Zhuyun was consumed with jealousy. No wonder her younger sister had become so beautiful—her martial spirit had mutated.
"Big sister! I truly don't want to inherit the family. Why do you have to treat me as an imaginary enemy?"
Zhu Zhuqing tried to persuade her again. Faced with the joint assault of over a dozen soul masters, she had no confidence at all.
"The grass on the graves of those who believed that is already five meters tall!"
Zhu Zhuyun snorted coldly. Throughout history, many nobles of the Star Luo Empire had played weak to catch the strong and turned the tables when backed into a corner.
That was why they had developed such a ruthless style, trusting no one but the dead.
"Kill!"
A chill flashed through Zhu Zhuyun's eyes. Her body shot out like a spirit cat, her claws viciously tearing toward her sister's chest.
Zhu Zhuqing moved like a ghost, swiftly darting up a tree and evading her sister's fatal strike.
"Where do you think you're running?"
"First Spirit Skill, Hell Stab!"
Zhu Zhuyun's First Soul Ring flashed, and her body became like a shadow, instantly arriving before Zhu Zhuqing.
I have no choice! Zhu Zhuqing clenched her silver teeth, extended the sharp claws from her fingers, and began fighting Zhu Zhuyun.
Screech!
When their claws collided for the first time, Zhu Zhuyun's Nether Cat Claws were actually severed right down the middle.
"How is that possible?"
Zhu Zhuyun stared at her claws in disbelief, then looked at her sister's. Those were not cat claws at all—they resembled the legs of a moon spider, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.
"Little sister, just how did your martial spirit mutate? Your big sister is truly curious!"
"Don't just stand there! Get them!"
Zhu Zhuyun no longer wished