Deep within the Undead Semi-Plane.
Inside the magnificent Undead Palace stood an enormous black bed.
In this utterly private space where Lin Qing alone held dominion.
Liu Erlong sat cross-legged in the middle of the disheveled bed.
She wore a slightly oversized men's robe.
Its collar hung slightly open, revealing a broad expanse of snowy skin.
That jade-white skin was densely covered in purple and blue love bites and fingerprints, silently telling the tale of the earlier devastation.
She tightly clutched the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's Inner Core, which radiated scorching energy.
Absorbing the Inner Core was indeed part of her purpose.
This supreme fire treasure, containing the essence of an ancient exotic beast, held an irresistible allure for her fire dragon martial soul.
It could help her break the shackles of her innate aptitude and enter an entirely new realm.
But the real reason she hid in this sunless semi-plane, stubbornly refusing to go out and face anyone,
had nothing to do with any damned secluded cultivation!
That was merely a high-sounding excuse.
She was simply too ashamed to face anyone.
How humiliating!
Proud Liu Erlong was the Golden Iron Triangle's Killing Horn, decisive in slaughter and fierce as fire.
Throughout her many years roaming the soul master world, she had always been the one beating others until they scrambled across the floor for their teeth.
When had she ever suffered such humiliation?
Whenever she closed her eyes, the utterly absurd scenes of last night's madness flooded her mind like an unstoppable nightmare.
She could neither shake them off nor erase them.
Zhu Zhuqing and I actually let that little bastard Lin Qing toy with us at the same time.
And that was not even the worst of it.
What truly filled Liu Erlong with despair, making her