"Holy Light Meteor Sword—hahaha! Old bastard, how cruel-hearted you are! How shamelessly partial!"
The moment Mei Jiaojiao saw the long sword in Su Qingyu's hand, she threw back her head and laughed wildly. Her purple gown billowed in the wind, and she looked as though she had completely fallen to madness.
The aura around her directly crushed the surrounding space to pieces, while blasts of void wind roamed between heaven and earth.
"Demoness, speak! What kind of technique is this?"
Su Qingyu raised her long sword and pointed it at her opponent.
"To tell you the truth, after you left, I personally skinned that old bastard and took his bones, studying them day and night. From within those bones, I comprehended this technique."
"How is it? Shocked? Furious? Hahaha! Who told him to play favorites? Who told him to play favorites? I was clearly his daughter! His own flesh and blood!"
Tu Jiaojiao said through tears of blood, her voice incomparably mournful.
"Junior Sister, I thought you only had the Mystic Spirit True Body. I never expected that old bastard to give you even the Holy Light Meteor Sword. You hid yourself deeply indeed."
"Do you know this sword was my mother's dowry? My mother personally promised that she would give it to me as my dowry one day."
"Just where am I inferior to you? What makes you better than me?"
"For the sake of an outsider like you, that old bastard gave you nearly everything he could give. What about me? What about me?"
Mei Jiaojiao stood barefoot in the void and cried out sharply, the aura around her becoming incomparably violent.
"Demoness, no matter what you say, you are still a demoness. You betrayed your master and destroyed your ancestors, stole another's husband, and slaughtered your fellow