"You bitch, you're courting death!"
When the Spiritual Elegance Emperor publicly revealed that another man still occupied her heart, the Myriad Laws Ruler's gaze turned icy. With a flick of his palm, a cold gleam shot straight toward her.
"Hmph!"
As though he had long expected this move, Nie Yun flashed in front of the Spiritual Elegance Emperor. He lightly pinched forward with his index and middle fingers, and the cold gleam was clamped between them like a venomous snake caught by the throat, unable to escape no matter how it struggled.
It was a pitch-black needle, forged from some unknown material. It radiated a bone-chilling chill and continuously corroded flesh and soul.
"Are you done pretending?"
With a twist of his fingers, Nie Yun turned the long needle around and shot it back along its original path.
"Rather, you saw through me long ago, didn't you?"
The Myriad Laws Ruler no longer looked flustered or agitated as before. Instead, he sneered, reached out, and caught the needle in his palm. At the same time, he pointed a hand toward the sky, and a sound like the blast of a horn rang out.
The sound was like the cry of ghosts, striking at everyone's souls. When it faded, eight figures flew out from nowhere and landed at the eight corners of the hall, sealing off every route of escape.
"Ah..."
All eight wore black robes, as if shrouded in darkness. The moment they appeared, the great hall became freezing cold, as though it had been encased in ice.
"These are... eight Rulers?"
Fairy Qin Chuan's pupils contracted.
With her strength, she could not see through the cultivation of any of the eight people around them. Could they really be... eight Rulers?
Including the three Supreme Domains and the King-Sealing Experts,