Mr. Mo's gaze turned icy. "Well done, Long Yin. Aren't you afraid the Great Lord will punish you? For years, the Death Mound has never interfered in the rivalries between the major powers. It only arrests those who break the rules. You've violated the Death Mound's code."
Long Yin remained calm. "The Great Lord will find a way to minimize my punishment. You don't need to worry about it."
Mr. Mo's face twitched. The people around him exchanged glances. Her bluntness was hard to stomach—and, for some reason, a little enviable.
Long Yin was also known as Long Yin of the One-Zhang Saber. Within a single zhang, her Saber Light was invincible. But her most famous move was actually called Dragon's Funeral Song. It was a suicidal move that, as she put it, could guarantee she took someone down with her.
I want to die. I've always been looking for a chance to take someone with me. Want to give it a try?
That was Long Yin's catchphrase, and the confidence behind it came from Dragon's Funeral Song.
No one doubted how terrifying Dragon's Funeral Song was. It was common knowledge in the Nine Heavens Universe: if Long Yin died, she could certainly take down anyone below the Eternal Life Realm, whoever they might be.
That was why, for years, no one had dared provoke the women of the Death Mound's Third Peak.
The Death Mound itself had every reason to be confident. Only the Death Mound killed others; no one dared kill one of its own. Its confidence came not only from the Eternal Life Realm experts behind it and the duty entrusted to it by the Nine Heavens Universe, but also from its people: those fearless cultivators, those mad peak and mountain masters.
Chao Yi was like that,