Ai Mo nodded seriously. Then she took out a small pair of dark-golden scissors and viciously snipped at empty space. Countless fine ripples spread through the void without making a sound. Everyone saw strands of golden thread flash through the air; the scissors severed them cleanly at the middle. Countless hair-thin streaks of golden light vanished in a flicker, and the bodies of more than twenty thousand lower god servants stiffened before falling to the ground in unison with a THUD.
With one gentle snip, the golden threads of fate belonging to over twenty thousand lower god servants had been forcibly cut. Their lives ended abruptly, their souls shattered on the spot, transforming into streams of golden light visible to the naked eye that continuously poured into Ai Mo's body. Her aura strengthened bit by bit, while a faint layer of golden radiance gradually covered her body. The water-ripple-like light swayed softly, making Ai Mo appear all the more beautiful and sacred.
"Nicely... done!" Lin Qi stared in horror at Ai Mo's inconceivable strike. She had merely used a pair of scissors to casually snip at the air, yet more than twenty thousand lower god servants had been slain on the spot. Such a method of attack, such power over the laws—it was simply too terrifying. Lin Qi could also have blown those lower god servants to pieces with one punch, but he could never have done it with Ai Mo's effortless calm, without a trace of worldly smoke or fire.
Ai Mo put away the little scissors and nervously clutched Lin Qi's sleeve, muttering softly beside him, "Mama won't let me hit people. I..."
Lin Qi cut her off. Ruffling Ai Mo's long hair, he gave her a highly peculiar smile. "No, Ai Mo. Now that you're with me,