"No—!"
Qian Renxue let out a shrill, grief-stricken cry, all color draining from her face.
She had pushed her speed to its limit, yet the distance still seemed impossibly far.
She could only watch helplessly as he fell.
That despair felt like a knife twisting through her heart.
Dugu Bo wanted to move as well, but Gui Mei had gravely injured him. He could barely remain standing and could only watch with his eyes splitting in rage.
Bibi Dong stood in the distance, coldly watching the scene unfold.
There was not a trace of pity in her eyes, only a sickly delight.
This was the price of defying her.
A genius? Divine power?
Before absolute authority, they were ultimately nothing more than fleeting blossoms.
And yet.
Just as Tang Shuo was about to slam into the ground.
A black phantom moving at extreme speed arrived after setting off yet reached him first, appearing beneath him as though it had teleported.
The figure was petite and slender, yet she spread her arms without hesitation.
It was Zhu Zhuqing.
She had been there all along.
Ever since Tang Shuo had faced Spirit Hall's second Golden Generation team alone, she had hidden among the crowd, her heart constantly hanging in suspense.
When Ghost Douluo took Tang Shuo into the Papal Palace, her unease had reached its peak.
She had not left. Relying on instinct alone, she had quietly waited outside Spirit Hall.
Until that golden pillar of light rose, piercing heaven and earth.
Until that divine might swept across the entire city.
She did not know what had happened, but she knew it had to be Tang Shuo.
She raced over desperately, arriving just in time to see him falling from the sky.
Bang!
A dull impact rang out.
Zhu Zhuqing caught Tang