The next instant.
A faint, warm smile quietly touched Murong Wanwan's brows and eyes, melting away all the indifference and coldness in her gaze.
"So that profound brotherhood and heartfelt sincerity just now
weren't a deliberate act put on before me."
As the thought fell, the faint killing intent that had lingered in her heart quietly faded by more than half, stirred by that pure and sincere bond, and even the fierce pressure in the void softened somewhat.
Suddenly!
Murong Wanwan's clear, ethereal almond eyes abruptly brightened, a sly yet lucid gleam flowing through them.
Her lashes trembled lightly as inspiration flashed through her mind, and in an instant, she reached a decision.
"Got it. This is how we'll do it!"
The next moment.
Her eyes, flowing with a faint clear radiance, suddenly shifted and landed precisely upon the two figures not far to her side.
They were none other than True Lord Xuan Pan and Dragon Tiger True Lord.
At this moment, the two Nascent Soul mighty figures stood silently in the void, all Spirit Power around them fully restrained, even the Nascent Soul pressure surrounding them deliberately suppressed to the utmost, doing all they could to diminish their own presence, like two silent stone statues.
Yet the instant Murong Wanwan's cold, indifferent eyes locked firmly onto them...
True Lord Xuan Pan and Dragon Tiger True Lord's hearts sank sharply.
Having lived for thousands of years, they had long seen through the warmth and coldness of human affairs, as well as the laws of strength and weakness within the Cultivation World. In that instant, they understood—
their fate, whether life or death, had already fallen entirely into the other party's hands.
Whether they lived or died depended wholly on a single thought from the woman before them.
In an