Zhongli Wu stood to one side, his gaze falling on the golden phantom behind his mother, and his movements briefly faltered.
"When I read the intelligence earlier, I could hardly believe it. An Evil Soul Master actually possessed such a pure light Martial Soul."
Ye Xishui did not answer. Instead, she tried to withdraw the golden phantom behind her, but its golden wings merely trembled slightly, folded inward a little, then slowly spread again, as though they were already beyond her control.
"What's happening? The supreme elder's Martial Soul..."
"This is the ultimate light attribute!"
"Interesting. You aren't afraid of death, yet you're afraid of your own Martial Soul." The Evil Emperor could not quite understand this woman, but he had no interest in learning about her past either. Completing the Venerable Lord's mission was more important now.
Just as he prepared to implant a brand of absolute loyalty in Ye Xishui's mind, Long Xiaoyao suddenly thrust his palm toward the side of the Evil Emperor's neck.
He had been gathering strength for this strike for a long time. Its angle was cunning and its timing precise, as though he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind.
But the Evil Emperor seemed to have known all along. He lifted Ye Xishui and held her beside him, directly in the path of the palm strike.
Long Xiaoyao's pupils abruptly contracted. After gathering strength for so long, he had no room to pull the strike back, and its force slammed squarely into Ye Xishui's back.
Ye Xishui let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
"A mere Level 99 ant." The Evil Emperor revealed his Level 100 aura, completely forgetting that he himself had only been Level 99 not long ago.
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