"Third Brother?!"
Ma Hongjun and Oscar were stunned.
They had never imagined that Tang San, who kept going on about justice and brotherhood, would sell out his teammates without hesitation at the critical moment of life and death and flee on his own.
Qian Renxue looked at Tang San's receding figure, her brows furrowing slightly.
She had just been about to pursue him when she discovered that the wind and snow of the Far North seemed to have been drawn by some kind of power, turning abnormally violent and blocking both vision and perception.
"Did the Sea God's power interfere with the rules of heaven and earth?"
Qian Renxue sighed softly.
Although she had suppressed Tang San, trying to completely kill a god's successor who was bent on running—especially when the other side had burned his vital blood—was indeed not easy.
What was more, that so-called Asura God's thought seemed to have secretly helped Tang San as well.
Qian Renxue paid no attention to the remaining trembling members of Shrek.
In her eyes, these people were nothing more than ants. Killing them would only dirty the sword in her hand.
She turned around and looked at the two figures before the ice palace.
At this moment, the Three-Eyed Golden Lion was running happily toward the Snow Empress, rubbing her head against the Snow Empress's skirt.
The Snow Empress struggled to stand, a trace of gratitude appearing on her pale face.
Supporting the heavily injured Ice Empress beside her, she gave Qian Renxue a graceful bow.
"Many thanks for saving our lives, Your Excellency."
"If not for Your Excellency's intervention, the Far North might truly have been unable to escape calamity today."
Although the Ice Empress had an explosive temper, she still knew right from wrong.
Those jade-green eyes looked at