Little Jiu's spear strike was fierce and vicious, catching everyone off guard.
Zhu Zhuyun had only just become the Netherworld Empress when a spear pierced straight through her. The soul masters were terrified and all dropped to their knees, their hearts filled with unease.
Blood seeped from the corner of Zhu Zhuyun's mouth, yet she did not dare pull out the spear. She simply apologized to Little Jiu, saying,
"His Majesty the Pope, I failed to know my place. Please spare me this once for my sister's sake!"
Cold sweat streamed down her forehead from the pain. Every word she spoke made her hands tremble.
Seeing her sister in such a miserable state, Zhu Zhuqing gently tugged on Little Jiu's arm. "Forget it. We're all fine anyway."
Zhu Zhuqing had originally thought Little Jiu had been involved in this, but now she completely dismissed that notion!
Little Jiu affectionately stroked Zhu Zhuqing's hair before snorting coldly. "There won't be a next time! Zhu Zhuyun, for Zhu Qing's sake, I'll let you manage the Netherworld Empire for Myriad Beast Hall. I hope you know your limits!"
"Yes, His Majesty the Pope!" Zhu Zhuyun bowed.
With a wave of Little Jiu's hand, the spear lodged in Zhu Zhuyun's body shattered. Dai Luolan hurried over to support her. Looking at the wound the spear had left behind, the corner of her mouth twitched wildly.
What a ruthless man!
Zhu Zhuqing brought Little Jiu to Duke Youming's Mansion and directly into her own bedroom. The moment the door closed, a captivating flush spread across her fair, delicate face. She suddenly felt at a loss, sensing someone's gaze growing increasingly bold.
Just as the atmosphere became more and more ambiguous, there came a sudden knock at the door. Before anyone inside could react, the visitor