"You... you actually have a Million-Year Soul Beast as a guard?"
Bibi Dong's voice trembled with disbelief, and the body beneath her carapace convulsed with fear.
She finally realized that she had been wrong from the very beginning—this was not revenge, but walking straight into a trap!
Huang Tian circled above Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, its violet-gold dragon eyes casting a cold glance at Bibi Dong, as if deciding whether to purify her as well.
"Come back."
Shen Lian raised a hand and summoned Huang Tian back.
Huang Tian let out an unwilling hiss. Its body rapidly shrank, turning back into a long purple strip that coiled around Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder. This time, however, no one dared mistake it for an ordinary ornament.
Ning Rongrong clutched her chest and panted heavily, the light of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda flickering on and off. Zhu Zhuqing gently stroked the purple dragon on her shoulder, a trace of lingering fear flashing through her eyes—they had never imagined that Shen Lian had hidden such a terrifying trump card for them.
Even Zhu Zhuqing had no idea when Huang Tian had arrived on her shoulder.
Shen Lian slowly walked toward Bibi Dong, dark purple Soul Power gathering into chains at his fingertips.
"Now, it's time to settle our score."
Watching him draw closer step by step, the red light in Bibi Dong's compound eyes completely faded.
She knew she had lost—lost utterly and completely.
The deaths of Yue Guan and Gui Mei had not only shattered her last hope, but also meant that Spirit Hall had lost two of its greatest pillars. Those two loyal aides who had served two generations of Popes had ultimately become sacrifices to her obsession with revenge.
The wind swept through the dense forest, stirring up the ashes