In the distance, Wang Miaomiao watched the two colors alternate. The power of the Dao of Karma had long since been dispersed.
Behind her, Wang Yao frowned.
He'd been confident in Bu Qing before, but now things were uncertain.
This Chen seemed to truly possess the combat strength of a Supreme Sequence, enough to injure Bu Qing. If so...
"You're going to take me away?" Wang Miaomiao seemed to sense what Wang Yao was thinking and spoke first.
Wang Yao sighed. "Ancestor Miaomiao, rest assured. His Excellency Bu Qing may not be able to defeat this Chen, but he certainly won't lose. As long as you come with me to Qing Realm, His Excellency Bu Qing will return on his own."
Wang Miaomiao swung her legs, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You're far too old to be making girlish gestures like that. Isn't it ridiculous?"
Wang Yao looked at Wang Miaomiao's back but said nothing.
Wang Miaomiao looked up and sighed. "I promised him I wouldn't die before he was done using me. If you want to take me, go ahead."
"Forgive me." Wang Yao stepped forward. Just as he was about to grab Wang Miaomiao, a chilling killing intent swirled around him, stopping him in his tracks.
He slowly turned his head. A pair of skeletal eyes stared back at him.
Wang Yao narrowed his eyes.
Lu Yin stared at him without a word, but his killing intent grew increasingly clear.
Wang Yao knew full well that the moment he laid a hand on her, that Chen might attack.
"If Your Excellency can still kill me while facing His Excellency Bu Qing, then I accept my fate." Wang Yao made his position clear. As a cultivator of two Dao Laws, he wasn't about to be frightened by a mere