Wei Qing's entire body stiffened. He lowered his head toward his lower abdomen and saw a white bone longsword deeply embedded there, its hilt gripped by Golden Scale's hand.
Blood surged from his mouth. He stared in disbelief at the sword piercing his lower abdomen, then slowly raised his head.
Golden Scale looked at him calmly, but not a trace of her former gentleness remained in her expression. Her gaze was icy to the extreme, as though she were looking at a stranger.
The sudden reversal startled everyone else present as well. They stared at Golden Scale in utter disbelief.
Golden Scale flicked her wrist and abruptly pulled out the longsword. A fountain of blood shot forward from Wei Qing's lower abdomen, spraying several yards away.
"Pah! Pretending to be gentle and virtuous for all these years has made me sick. It's finally over today!" Golden Scale said impatiently, shaking the blood from her sword.
Her voice remained the same as before, yet both her expression and manner of speaking had become completely different.
"You chose to stay at Mount Putuo yourself back then. If you want to blame someone, blame your own bad luck," Demon Wind said with a chuckle.
The two spoke as if no one else were present. Everyone stood frozen, unable to understand what was happening.
Shen Luo's eyes flickered. With a wave of his hand, he stored the Willow Branch in the Heavenly Register Space, then immediately floated backward and returned to the altar, where he sat cross-legged within the blue Magic Formation.
The situation was far too bizarre. Though he had no idea what Demon Wind, Golden Scale, and the others were doing, only by returning to the altar did he feel even slightly safe.
Qinglian Fairy and the others stared down below in