"Yun'er, don't..."
Lin Shisan's voice exploded from his throat. He saw a hair-thin Dark Purple Markings appear on Zi Yuner's forehead, slowly splitting open from the very center of her brow. It resembled a blooming flower of death, tiny golden arcs of electricity churning along its edges.
The Dragon Clan's curse truly existed. With every fraction that marking deepened, the two dragon horns at her temples dimmed a little more. Something was being stripped from her body layer by layer, crushing the foundation of her bloodline inch by inch.
"Yun'er... stop... I don't want revenge anymore... I don't want to release Gai Jiuyou anymore... stop releasing the seal..."
"It's all right, Shisan. I won't let these people bully you. I'll win justice for you and your father."
The corners of Zi Yuner's lips lifted into a reassuring smile.
She raised her right palm. Deep purple spiritual power gathered in it into a spinning ball of light, fine arcs of electricity churning along its edges and scorching the surrounding air with a sizzling hiss.
She looked at Han Yansong, that same icy sneer still on her lips. "As his wife, I'll protect my Shisan's life. There's no need for a hypocrite like you to put on a show of kindness."
Han Yansong's gaze lingered for a moment on the Dark Purple Markings on her forehead, then darkened. He took a step forward, grayish-white spiritual power gathering silently in his palm.
Zi Yuner's aura had already soared to the threshold of sky soaring great perfection.
At that moment, the nail embedded in her divine sense sea became a fully unsheathed blade, stirring madly in the depths of her mind. The Dark Purple Markings at her temples deepened again, like a wound splitting open, a fine layer of blood beading along its edges.