Every breath she took felt as though her throat had been filled with molten iron.
"I... refuse to accept this..."
She painfully raised her head, her vision already beginning to blur.
Liang Siji slowly walked up before her and looked down at her from above.
"What is there left for you to refuse to accept?"
His voice was indifferent, devoid of even a trace of pity.
"The Song Family ended up like this entirely because of that blind, useless dandy from your own family."
Song Yuehua suddenly laughed upon hearing this.
Her laughter was hoarse and shrill, like the cries of a night owl.
"Hehe... Liang Siji... stop pretending to be so righteous here..."
She stared fixedly at Liang Siji, her eyes brimming with bone-deep hatred.
"Aren't you just a lapdog wagging your tail and begging for favor?"
"To curry favor with those Heavenly Lords, you rushed here to kill people like us..."
"You think that once you slaughter every last remnant of the Song Family, those Heavenly Lords will spare you a second glance?"
"Keep dreaming!"
Her curses grew louder and louder, as though she wanted to roar out every bit of resentment in her chest.
"Liang Siji! You will die a miserable death!"
"One day, you will end up just like us!"
"I, Song Yuehua, curse you with my divine soul! I curse you to never break through to the True Immortal realm for all eternity!"
"I curse the Liang Family bloodline to be severed!"
The curse was as shrill as ghosts wailing, echoing through the ruined Spirit Elixir Pavilion.
Yet Liang Siji's expression remained unchanged.
He stood amid a pool of blood, several drops of blood staining his purple brocade robe with particular glaringness.
"Finished with your last words?"
His tone was as casual as if he