"Once I complete the Ninth Trial, once I attain the Rakshasa Godhood—you will all die!" Her voice suddenly rose, sharp and piercing as it struck the stone chamber and echoed in layers.
"Die, die, die! You all deserve to die! Ning Xiaochun, I'll tear your bones apart piece by piece! I'll slice you into a thousand pieces, extract your soul and refine your spirit, make you beg for life yet unable to die! I'll teach you what regret truly means!"
She stomped on a corpse's head. With a crack, the skull shattered like brittle porcelain. Viscous fluid splashed onto the hem of her clothes, but she did not react in the slightest, as though she had crushed nothing more than an ant.
"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!" she snarled, her voice hoarse as torn silk. "I'll slaughter every last one of you! No, not just you—Heaven Dou Empire, Star Luo Empire, everyone who stands with them, everyone who has ever spoken for them, all of you deserve to die!"
She staggered in circles amid the corpses, again and again, like a wild beast that had been caged for too long and suddenly gone mad.
Or like a deranged woman performing alone upon an unwatched stage. Other than herself, no one could hear her curses.
"I'll kill everyone Ning Xiaochun knows before his very eyes! His father, his clansmen, the civilians he has saved, the cities he has lived in—I'll make him howl beneath my feet! I'll make him watch everything he has protected turn to ash!"
She burst into laughter, the shrill sound crashing wildly through the stone chamber and shaking dust loose from the walls.
"Ha ha ha ha! Then he'll understand just how fragile the things he fought so desperately to protect truly are! He took away my