Jing Acts!!

The woman stood with her back to the light, like a deity judging the world, looking down at him from above.

Behind her, seventy-two golden mirror wheels slowly rotated, each reflecting the terrified, distorted face of the Red Robe Man.

"It's you..."

The Red Robe Man recognized the woman who had haunted his nightmares for three years at a single glance.

But now, she was ten thousand times more terrifying than she was three years ago!

"Guards! Protect me! Kill her!"

The Red Robe Man roared in panic, shoving away the woman in his arms and scrambling towards a secret passage behind the stone chair.

Unfortunately, no one responded to him.

In the instant light explosion just now, all the guards stationed outside the palace had turned to ash under that scorching divine light.

Jing did not speak.

She merely raised a finger.

Buzz!

A golden mirror wheel instantly appeared on the Red Robe Man's escape route.

Silently.

A golden beam of light shot out from the mirror's surface, precisely piercing the Red Robe Man's right leg.

"Ah!!!"

A piercing scream echoed within the enclosed palace.

The Red Robe Man's right leg was instantly burned to nothingness, the wound so carbonized by the high temperature that not even blood flowed.

He fell heavily to the ground, twitching like a dead dog.

"Divine Envoy Lord! Save me! Save me!"

The Red Robe Man pulled out a Black Token from his embrace, madly injecting soul power into it, crying out hoarsely.

That was his last hope.

Three years ago, this token had saved his life.

As he acted, the Black Token indeed lit up with a layer of eerie Purple-Black Light.

A chilling, Evil aura emanated from it, attempting to resist the surrounding scorching Solar Power.

In the Void, an angry roar could be faintly heard.

It seemed a powerful existence was attempting to descend here, crossing vast spans of time and space.

Seeing this, Jing's usually expressionless face finally showed a trace of change.

It was disdain.

Extreme disdain.

"This is your reliance?"

Jing spoke.

Her voice was no longer the previous cool tone, but carried a metallic texture, full of majesty.

"A mere rat from the gutter dares to call itself a Deity?"

Before she finished speaking.

The seventy-two mirror wheels behind Jing simultaneously blazed with light.

The temperature within the entire palace instantly soared to a terrifying degree.

Those purple-black Evil auras, in the face of this extremely strong and Yang Solar Power, were like accumulated snow encountering boiling water, instantly melting away.

Even the Black Token began to show dense cracks.

"No... this is impossible..."

The Red Robe Man was utterly despairing.

He watched as the token, representing the protection of a Deity, shattered bit by bit under Jing's gaze, finally turning into a pool of black powder.

That so-called "Deity" didn't even get a chance to show its face, forcefully being pushed back by this overbearing Solar Power.

Jing slowly descended from the air.

Her long legs, clad in Golden Boots, stepped onto the Red Robe Man's chest.

At this moment, the Red Robe Man was completely terrified.

He looked at Jing as if she were the greatest fear of his life.

"Now."

The Golden Mirror Blade in Jing's hand pointed at the Red Robe Man's brow.

The sharp edge flowed with heat intense enough to melt Metal.

"Tell me."

"Which bastard is backing you up behind your back?"

"I'll give you three breaths."

"Either you speak, or you will be utterly annihilated."

Three breaths.

For a dying person, this time was as short as a blink of an eye.

A "ge ge" sound came from the Red Robe Man's throat.

His bloodshot eyes bulged outwards, staring fixedly at the Golden Mirror Blade hanging above him, ready to fall at any moment.

Fear, like an invisible Big Hand, fiercely gripped his heart.

But he dared not speak.

Once he revealed the name of that Lord, what awaited him would be a soul imprisonment more terrifying than death.

It was a despair that even reincarnation could not reach.

Jing looked at his contorted, Fat Face, the Golden Divine Fire in her eyes flickering slightly.

Without any hesitation.

She didn't even bother to utter the final countdown.

In that instant, the mirror blade in her hand suddenly pressed down.

The scorching Golden Light was about to completely engulf the filthy body.

Just then.

An unexpected change occurred.

The palace space, originally sealed underground, suddenly split open with a Pitch Black Crack without any warning.

A Nauseating Bloody Smell, mixed with an aura of supreme majesty, surged out from the crack.

Red Light.

A Blood Red light, carrying the will to judge all beings, descended with a roar.

The moment this power appeared, the True Solar Fire that had filled the palace was forced back three feet.

It was a Blood Red Longsword Phantom, entirely condensed from energy.

It wasn't a physical entity, yet it possessed a terrifying fluctuation capable of severing all laws in the world.

Asura Divine Power.

This power did not attack the mirror, but instead transformed into a Blood Red Light Shield, fiercely protecting the Red Robe Man within.

Simultaneously, a powerful suction force emanated from the rift, attempting to pull the Red Robe Man directly into the Void and escape.

The Red Robe Man's eyes, previously filled with despair, instantly erupted with ecstatic joy.

He knew a miracle had descended once more.

That Lord had not abandoned him!

"Hahahaha!"

"I knew it! I am the Chosen of God! You cannot kill me!"

Lying within the Blood Red Light Shield, the Red Robe Man's expression instantly shifted from fear to a Ferocious triumph.

He gazed at the mirror, which was now within arm's reach, his eyes filled with malicious provocation.

How could mortals contend with gods?

Even with this Golden skin you wear, before the true enforcers of the divine realm, you are still nothing but an Ant.

However.

The next moment.

The smile on the Red Robe Man's face froze.

Because he saw that the woman, whose body flowed with golden molten fire, did not have a mocking smirk on her lips, nor any superfluous expression.

She simply looked calmly at the Blood Red Sword Shadow.

Within her Golden pupils, even more violent flames ignited.

"God?"

Jing's voice echoed through the palace, with a metallic clang like striking metal.

"Those I wish to kill, not even God can save."

As the words fell.

The seventy-two Golden Mirror Wheels behind her suddenly accelerated their rotation, transforming into a dazzling, blazing sun.

Jing did not retreat; instead, she took a step forward.

The palm, covered in Golden Armor, directly ignored the soul-shattering Asura divine power and heavily slapped onto the Blood Red Light Shield.

Boom!

Two extreme forces collided within the confined space.

The Golden Solar Power and the scarlet Asura divine power eroded each other, emitting a teeth-grinding sizzle.

The entire Underground Palace began to collapse madly.