Princess Ao Wan had gone mad!
The Dragonborn Clan was arrogant by nature. They called themselves descendants of divine dragons and never regarded other races as worthy of notice. They had always believed their race to be the noblest, themselves the most exalted, and that the Dragonborn Clan had been born to look down upon all others.
As the Dragonborn Clan's finest genius of the past thousand years, with gifts and talent surpassing all her brothers and sisters, Ao Wan had even possessed the chance to take control of the Dragonborn Clan and become its queen! For that reason, she had cultivated bitterly since childhood, never relaxing for a moment. She held herself in the highest regard; not to mention outsiders, even a trusted maid who dared laugh or jest slightly in her presence would be severely punished.
Yet Princess Ao Wan, so proud and so exalted, had been stabbed twice in the butt by Bilibili!
Her top-grade sacred artifact protective armor had been pierced through. Her close-fitting battle skirt, woven from silk spat by purple-striped sea spiders native to the depths of the ten-thousand-zhang sea—a skirt capable of blocking heavy crossbow bolts fired at close range—had likewise been pierced through by Bilibili's daggers. Before that pair of Undead Fury daggers, Ao Wan's armor was as fragile as paper.
Poor Ao Wan. Other than being held by her father as a child, she had never once come into close contact with a man after growing up. She was still a pure, spotless maiden, yet Bilibili had stabbed her twice in such an embarrassing place!
"Damn you, I'll tear you into ten thousand pieces!" Ao Wan was so furious that even her lips had turned green. No longer bothering to command the Myriad Nations Alliance's demigod experts, she drew her weapon