Within the White Jade Flyer, the Demon Empress bit her lip, her face as cold as frost, as she stared intently at Wen Chanyi, her face thick with the intent to kill, as if Sword Qi whirled in her eyes.
"Audacious! Utterly audacious! Truly recklessly audacious!"
In the end, Wen Chanyi was nothing but a lowly Demon Consort. In her presence, he should always bow and scrape. And yet, he had the audacity to provoke her and even defy her commands.
If it had been earlier, she would not have hesitated for a moment and would have instantly extracted his Divine Soul, to be soaked in the Nether River, washed endlessly by its waters, leaving him unable to live or die as he wished.
But now, she was like a tiger fallen flat on the plains, subject to the humiliation of dogs, forced to endure his insults as she watched him approach step by step.
This mixture of sadness and anger reddened her beautiful cheeks, as if the glow of dawn, breathtakingly beautiful.
