Trade, Maid

"I knew it would come to this." Qin Xuan showed no surprise as he raised a hand and pointed toward the very center of the Tomb of Heaven, where White Dragon slept. There, White Dragon lay quietly asleep, encased in a blood-red crystal.

The clone that had taken the Angel Saint King's divine scepter had been waiting there for a long time.

"When?" The Angel Saint King was shocked and enraged. She had never expected that while she had only thought one step ahead, the other party had already considered the second, third, and even further steps.

He had actually sent a clone to the center of the Tomb of Heaven long ago.

"Since you are unwilling to awaken Heaven, I can only awaken him myself, in my own way," Qin Xuan said.

"Don't even think about it." Ignoring the backlash from her divine power, the Angel Saint King was forced to interrupt the divine skill she had already unleashed and flew rapidly toward Qin Xuan's clone.

But from such a great distance, how could she possibly make it in time?

"No!" Amid the Angel Saint King's cry, the clone raised the Angel Scepter and struck the blood-red crystal encasing White Dragon.

Roar— A furious roar even more terrifying than a dragon's rang out. A dark shadow swept over everything around it, carrying terrifying white divine power.

When the white light faded, everything except the blood-red crystal covering White Dragon had been reduced to ruins. Heaven, standing over two meters tall, stood impassively before the blood-red crystal.

Looking at Qin Xuan in the distance, his clone had turned into golden-red flames and slowly dissipated. Only Qin Xuan remained, sprawled on the ground, his clothes stained with blood and his life completely extinguished.

"My envoy, you have failed in your duty."