Though she was only palm-sized, those brows and eyes, those features, that head of snow-white hair, and those still-scarlet eyes were unmistakably Wu Xiuxiu's.
But now she was so weak that she could no longer even maintain a complete form.
A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes when Jiang Tian discovered her final contingency.
But that surprise quickly faded, replaced by a strange calm and acceptance.
She neither begged for mercy nor cursed him. She merely raised her head coldly and, tiny as she was, stubbornly looked down her nose at Jiang Tian.
"Jiang Tian, victory belongs to our White Lotus Sect." Her voice was faint and wavering, yet carried a certainty that sent chills down the spine.
"Even if your Three Sects kill every Purple Mansion and Foundation Establishment disciple we have here... it won't matter."
She paused briefly, and a meaningful gleam suddenly appeared in her tiny scarlet eyes.
Slowly, she enunciated each word:
"The Golden Core Battlefield will decide everything."
With that, her tiny body began to burn silently from the bottom up.
There were no flames, no heat, only a deathly still, irreversible dissolution.
Gray light spread upward inch by inch, consuming her legs, her torso, her neck, and finally those scarlet eyes still fixed relentlessly on Jiang Tian.
Her body became a wisp of gray smoke. A breath of wind scattered it completely, leaving not even a trace behind.
"The Golden Core Battlefield... will decide everything?"
After confirming that Wu Xiuxiu's presence had vanished completely from the world, Jiang Tian repeated those words under his breath.
As the pillars holding up a sect's heavens, Golden Core True Lords naturally possessed the power to decide everything.
But how could victory between Golden Core cultivators be decided so easily?
The two sides' strongest fighters were evenly matched