A Young Lady Changes with Age-Just Get Used to It!

Snake Lance Douluo She Long's palm was drenched in cold sweat as he gripped the Purple Azure Serpent Spear.

He recalled how, over the past twenty years, the young mistress had been refined and courteous, careful at every step while posing as Xue Qinghe.

Then he looked at the slaughtering tyrant before him, wielding twin swords with demonic might that overshadowed the world.

The contrast between the two was so stark that it sent a shudder through him.

The killing intent and strength buried within the young mistress had long surpassed anything they had imagined.

Jiang Mo Douluo, that battle-crazed brute, did not even dare breathe too loudly at this moment.

Having come from the Worship Hall, he knew the Angel Martial Soul better than anyone.

Sacred, radiant, six-winged.

Yet the twelve blood-dripping black wings behind the young mistress were clearly the ultimate embodiment of corruption and slaughter.

If the Grand Elder saw this, even his faith would probably collapse.

Yet there was no denying it—this power was so overwhelming that it suffocated people, terrified them into worship.

The wild laughter gradually subsided at last.

Qian Sha Yu slowly reined in the violently overflowing Soul Power around him.

He extended his crimson tongue and, with eerie allure, licked a drop of blood from the corner of his lips.

The intense stench of blood blossomed across his taste buds.

Qian Sha Yu lowered his gaze slightly and looked toward the abyssal night in the distance.

"What a pity. Tang Hao got away."

The softest whisper drifted from between his lips.

The instant they heard those words, Jiang Mo, Light Feather, She Long, and Ci Xue felt an icy chill surge up their backs.

Jiang Mo, Light Feather, She Long, and Ci Xue felt an icy chill surge up their backs.

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