Yan Xue'er nodded with a smile. She stepped forward and helped the Eight-Ring Soul Douluo to her feet, saying with a bitter smile, "Ling'er, thank you for all your hard work over the years. From now on, you're free."
The woman smiled and shook her head. "It is my honor to serve the clan. All I wish is for the Hell Spirit Cat clan to grow ever stronger."
With that, she turned and strode over to the two Dai brothers. "Do you have any last words?"
"Mother Consort... Father treated you well. His bones aren't even cold yet. As a member of our Dai Family, you ought to avenge him."
Dai Weisi swallowed, stumbling over his words as sweat beaded on his forehead. He knew his father had never particularly liked this woman. She had never borne a child in all these years and had always stayed in the cold palace.
He also understood the main reason: among the three thousand beauties in the Imperial Palace, her looks hardly ranked anywhere, and her figure was as flat as an airstrip.
"Hahaha! What a joke! Who in the Imperial Palace doesn't know how he treated me? If I hadn't still been useful, he would probably have disposed of me as casually as he did those other women!"
The woman threw back her head and laughed, looking at Dai Weisi as though he were an idiot. Then she swept her right hand forward. Her patience had run out.
Three Six-Ring Soul Emperors stepped out of the crowd behind her. The Hell Spirit Cat clan had assigned them as her bodyguards, and they had shielded her from plenty of trouble over the years.
"Stop them!" Dai Weisi roared in panic, his body retreating involuntarily. He was terrified. These three were her secret guards,