The snake bones in the sacrificial fire let out a shattering wail, as though something had broken deep within the flames.
A smile appeared on Naga's face once more. But this time, there was no warmth in it, only a chilling cold that made one's spine tingle.
Red sparks were swept up by the wind, bright crimson flecks swirling around her.
The embroidered dragons and snakes on the pleated hem of her skirt seemed to slither alive amid the shifting light and shadow. Yet she stood perfectly still. Only the blood-red amber atop her staff hummed and trembled, resonating with the altar fire as it chanted an ancient ballad that seemed to date back to the era of Dragon Kind dominion.
The elements between heaven and earth began to stir. The wind howled, fire leaped, earth sang, and water danced—the sky suddenly darkened, thick clouds blotting out the sun and casting the entire world into gloom.
Naga's arm suddenly dropped, and the base of her staff struck the altar stone with a ringing clang, as though inaugurating a grand ritual.
She raised one leg, and the silver bell tied to her ankle shattered the dead silence. Its clear, hurried chime echoed through the valley like the war drums of some ancient tribe. Naga began to dance with twisted steps—the girl's graceful waist swayed, bonelessly supple, like a water snake twisting through the current.
Her dancing was beautiful.
Yet beneath its seductive grace was an unyielding strength, brimming with a primal, savage sense of power.
But only from Lu Mingfei's perspective could one truly feel the peerless killing intent within that dance. The scent of death followed him like a shadow, as if an invisible scythe hung behind his neck.
The entire world had become his enemy. Those chaotic elements could