Above the Northern Sea, a young woman openly challenged a god.
"Oh no, my heart's racing. Have I really fallen for her?" The Witch glanced over, unable to resist clasping both hands over her heart, her eyes a little dreamy.
She discovered that this woman possessed an indescribable beauty-the bearing of someone invincible, confident and unyielding, her entire being shrouded in a sacred radiance.
Confidence lent a person the greatest presence. At that moment, Shi Zhao's conviction was unshakable, her bearing assured and radiant. She was challenging an Ancient Gods!
What audacity! This was a being who had ignited his divine flame, who had lived from ancient times until the present, a creature standing at the very pinnacle of the Lower Realm, the embodiment of absolute power.
Yue Chan was watching her as well. She froze briefly, lost in thought, then quickly came back to herself and said to the Witch nearby, "Could it be that you haven't fallen for her at all, but their presence and oppressive power have intimidated you, making you so nervous that your heart's racing?"
"Huh, is that it? Then never mind." The Witch patted her full bosom as though relieved. Her lively eyes shifted, and she said, "Why don't we make a bet? I wager that my dear big sister can defy heaven and slay a god. If you lose, you'll have to let me do whatever I want with you!"
Yue Chan pressed her lips together, refusing to take the bait.
"Hahahaha!" The old god threw back his head and laughed, every strand of his sparse hair gleaming. As though he had heard some joke, even his aged body trembled slightly.
"Little girl, your joke isn't funny at all."
He seemed to be laughing out of anger. His laughter made heaven and earth