The python demon Black Wind knelt on the icy ground, her enormous body trembling violently with fear.
Her forehead pressed against the bluestone slabs, producing dull thuds as she kowtowed.
It was nothing less than the innate suppression of bloodline and soul.
Whatever else she was, the woman belonged to the Dragon Clan, while the python demon did not even count as a distant offshoot.
"Spare my life, Your Highness... I was blind... I deserve ten thousand deaths..."
"Please, Your Highness, give me a chance to turn over a new leaf... I would spill my brains and blood to brush the dust from your path..."
His voice shook beyond recognition.
Every time he kowtowed, the ground trembled.
Blood seeped from his forehead, almost blinding both eyes, and dripped onto the bluestone, spreading into small patches of dark red.
Zi Yuner stood where she was, still as cold as frost and as otherworldly as a Celestial Person, her bare feet resting on stone covered in spreading frost.
The hem of her scarlet wedding dress trailed on the ground like a pool of congealed blood.
As she watched the python demon prostrate at her feet, her eyes held no pity, only the calm indifference of someone looking down on ants.
She was not even in a hurry to strike, as though waiting for the python demon to exhaust all his fear and despair.
Lin Shisan stood at the edge of the stone platform with Little Stone on his back, while Bai Youyou stood quietly beside him.
They were both wounded, and Little Stone was injured as well. They stared fixedly at Hei Feng kneeling on the ground, never relaxing their guard.
Lin Shisan's instincts told him something was wrong.
Would a python demon who had cultivated for three hundred years, occupied the