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Jiao's eyes were ablaze with anger, while Yun Zhi Yue burst into laughter.
"Who was kind enough to give you a makeover? Is that why you look so unrecognizable? Haha, did you get slapped in the face for talking too much? What’s going on?"
Tsk tsk, it’s only Zun Zhe Jing. Jiao Jiao, what have you been doing all this time? If you're bad at something, just practice more. You’ve wasted my Xian Gu; the great Heavenly Queen is looking like a fool. Haha, I can’t help but feel a bit pleased about this.
The sound of Xian Kong coughing echoed from the Evil Ghost Path.
Yun Zhi Yue quickly stifled her laughter and regained her aloof demeanor. "Just a joke, Heavenly Queen. Don’t take it to heart. If you lack experience, it’s better to stay silent than to embarrass the heavenly realm in the underworld."
During the Tai Chu period, the Imperial Realm was not at its peak. Nowadays, this Era has locked that realm away, fearing someone might cause a ruckus. A fine strand of black lightning struck down onto the blood light above the Batwing Ancestral Domain, instantly vaporizing most of it, leaving only a thin layer behind.
Yun Zhi Yue's expression changed at first, then became oddly amused. The black lightning that made her hair stand on end seemed to sense something and split into even finer strands, racing towards Feng Rujiao.
Feng Rujiao exclaimed in shock, "Why?"
Bi Fang Emperor's expression turned serious as he raised his hand to block it. The divine fire of the sacred bird incinerated everything; the high temperature evaporated all moisture around them but was held back by a tiny strand of black lightning.
Tide Emperor frowned in discomfort, bracing himself against the waves to restore moisture around him.
The Heaven and Earth Tribulation had yet to coalesce; this was merely an extremely weak fragment of will. After Bi Fang burned it away, he hadn’t even spoken yet.
Yun Zhi Yue was delighted; today was her day of enjoyment. While rapidly refining Long Yuan to attack Yun Shijiu's body, she declared loudly: "At the beginning of Tai Chu, chaos gave birth to spirits; vegetation embraced the path, taking form and mastering the great way to establish order. However, Sheng Ling varies; those who wish to contend with heaven and earth must respect—"
A thicker bolt of black lightning struck down, drowning out Yun Zhi Yue's words. The blood sacrifice of the Bat Wing Clan shattered, and the Evil Ghost Path was also broken apart, severing its connection with Yun Zhi Yue.
Both Yun Zhi Yue and Feng Rujiao were simultaneously locked onto.
Fu Xiu's expression turned cold as he glanced at Yun Zhi Yue. A surge of demonic energy erupted from his remnant soul; his coarse blue robe became stained with dark hues from the magic energy, his once-clear features now tainted with malevolence.
The aura of his remnant soul grew stronger—this was no mere remnant soul! No, perhaps back then they truly perished together; Demonic Path had allowed Fu Xiu to restore his remnant soul.
The demonic energy enveloped Yun Zhi Yue and Yun Shijiu, temporarily isolating their presence. Feng Rujiao was in dire straits.
The Bi Fang Emperor had just stepped into the Imperial Realm when his mad father, Feng Yang, also appeared. Together, they joined forces to fend off the black calamity thunder.
Even if they managed to block it, what did it matter? Wrapped in demonic energy, Yun Zhi Yue spoke again: "Tai Chu."
Feng Yang, whose features bore some resemblance to Feng Rujiao, interrupted sharply, "Like a proud peacock, dig out Xian Gu quickly!"
Feng Rujiao, whose face had just been ruined, broke down. "No, I will be ruined!"
Yun Zhi Yue smiled on the surface, but there was no warmth in her eyes.
"What’s there to fear about being ruined? I’ve been ruined twice and still stand above you. What does that say? Being ruined is healthier! Come on, it won’t hurt at all. Jiao Jiao, be brave; your father is doing this for your own good."
Both Feng Yang and Bi Fang were focused on the calamity thunder, leaving Zijingtou to unexpectedly pierce through Feng Rujiao's body.
Purple blade light danced around Feng Rujiao's entire form as Xian Gu was gradually extracted from her.
Perhaps it was a case of familiarity breeding ease; this time, Yue Qi was particularly ruthless in his extraction.
Yue Bai Xian Yi stood before her, just as he had years ago when stained with blood, holding a small orb of spiritual light that shimmered with radiance. At this moment, Feng Rujiao's wails failed to elicit even a hint of satisfaction from Yun Zhi Yue.
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