Purple Bamboo's words were half true, half false.
Originally, Purple Bamboo had thought she would need to put on an act. She had never expected Sikong Jing to truly strike straight into the depths of her soul.
At that moment, Purple Bamboo's spirit platform and sea of consciousness had genuinely been wounded.
Elsewhere...
Mo Fu and the kneeling Eight-Step Yin-Yang Burial Extinguisher looked at Sikong Jing, then at Purple Bamboo, who was vomiting blood madly.
A hair-raising chill rose from the depths of their bodies.
But in the next instant, the Eight-Step Yin-Yang Burial Extinguisher's face twisted.
"Master, Purple Bamboo is faking it."
"She's playing along with that Black Scale brat. How could a Black Scale brat possibly injure Purple Bamboo, who is at the Eight-Step Four Symbols realm, in a single blow?"
Everything just now had happened in an instant. By the time they reacted, Purple Bamboo had already been severely wounded.
But he did not believe it—not in the slightest—that Purple Bamboo could have been injured in an instant.
Mo Fu reacted as well and rushed out, shouting, "Master, Purple Bamboo is outwardly obedient but inwardly defiant. She must be severely punished."
Inside the Sword Extinction Giant Tomb, the black-bearded middle-aged man's face had turned so livid it seemed ready to explode. Naturally, he too believed Purple Bamboo was pretending. At that moment, Purple Bamboo had already crashed into the wall of the Sword Extinction Giant Tomb.
The black-bearded middle-aged man then waved his hand...
With a hum, the severely injured Purple Bamboo was sucked into the Sword Extinction Giant Tomb by a terrifying force.
At the same time, an incomparably icy voice rang out heavily. "Purple Bamboo, you dare put on an act before me? I'll destroy those four spirit shadows of your Purple Dust Pavilion right