After teleporting behind the fleet through the beacon, Mita's master had imagined countless ways to kill Bai Fu.
As someone who never forgot a grudge, if he really got the chance to kill Bai Fu, that "wicked woman who had done so many terrible things," he certainly wouldn't just kill her outright. That would be far too easy on her. He'd have to lock her up and torture her for forty-nine days, then cut her 1,024 times with a small knife, and finally film the whole process and show it to the world.
But he also knew that the current situation wouldn't allow him to do that.
The people on the Alliance's side weren't made of wood. They wouldn't just stand by and watch them capture Bai Fu and take her away.
So his plan was to strike with lightning speed, leave Bai Fu gravely wounded, then immediately start a region-wide livestream and behead her in front of everyone in the Edge World.
He believed that the spectacle of that single blow would stay with every viewer for the rest of their lives.
The Death of the Saintess
What a beautiful work of art.
There could be no better beginning to their Lance of Sorrow plan than this painting.
However, in his dreams, Mita's master—who had been imagining the art of murder—never expected that what awaited him wouldn't be terrified screams, but applause.
"Welcome!"
Clap, clap-clap...
A voice as sweet as an oriole's song mingled with crisp applause.
Bai Fu had set the tone.
After her, everyone gathered around the Mita members who had teleported through the beacon smiled and began clapping.
Brilliant.
So damn brilliant!
The hired hands weren't all that moved, but it was different for the civilizations of the Star Network and the others.
They'd been waiting