Luo Bingxin roared, the features on her face twisting together in rage.
Veins bulged across her forehead. Faint dragon scales emerged across every patch of exposed skin on her face and arms.
"You useless bastard, disappear already!"
Divine power gathered around her dragon claws, radiating a faint blue glow. Wherever they passed, space collapsed inch by inch, revealing several Black Holes.
It was clear that Luo Bingxin truly intended to kill.
Unfortunately, compared to her own father, she was not even in the same league. Even empowered by her rage, it was nothing more than a fleeting burst.
Hou Qing understood this very well.
He had no intention of letting his dream of freedom fall apart like this.
So he charged out at incredible speed, condensing his sluggish chill into a massive ice blade and slashing it at Winged Dragon's phantom.
"Girl, don't get so worked up. Your father only said those harsh things because he wanted you to let go of your hatred. If you let his words mislead you, then you'll truly disappoint him."
At some point, Ying Gou had appeared behind Luo Bingxin. He stretched out a hand and pressed it onto her shoulder, completely restraining her movements.
"Yes, young miss, don't be sad. The old master only wanted to provoke you into letting go of your hatred and living a peaceful life. You mustn't misunderstand the old master's good intentions. What father doesn't love his daughter? This is all just an act. Besides, whether it is your own strength or strength you can borrow, it all counts as your strength."
After hearing Old Xuan's words, Luo Bingxin finally calmed down.
"Young master, I'll now tell you how to subdue a Divine Artifact. You are the old master's only bloodline, his closest blood relative. With your bloodline,