She still remembered Ning Xiaochun's eyes. Those calm eyes, as though nothing in the world could move him. There was no wild joy, no anger—only the certainty of someone holding victory in his grasp.
That calmness enraged her, made her teeth itch with hatred. All her life, she had hated being looked down upon most of all, yet the way Ning Xiaochun looked at her was like an adult watching a child make a fuss, as though her struggles and ambitions were beneath his notice.
Hatred coiled around her heart like a venomous snake, tightening bit by bit. Yet she had no choice but to admit that she had truly lost that battle.
The Spirit Hall Empire was completely finished. She was not stupid; she knew all too well what chain reaction her defeat would bring.
Their peak combat strength had collapsed, their morale had shattered, and the forces of the Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire would surely seize the chance to counterattack. As for those two monsters, Ning Xiaochun and Shui Bing'er, no one could stand against them.
Rather than return and sink alongside that empire, she might as well preserve her strength, lie low somewhere no one would notice, and wait for a chance to make a comeback.
She had gambled right. The Spirit Hall Empire had surrendered, the two great empires were cheering in celebration, and everyone's attention was fixed on that young heroic couple. No one remembered the madwoman with one arm severed.
Like a drop of ink blending into the night, she silently hid herself in the deepest reaches of Slaughter City.
It did not matter. Bibi Dong slowly rose to her feet, dark crimson Soul Power flowing around her like a thin veil of blood mist.
She lowered her head to look