"The 66th Young Emperor... Ye Nishang..."
"Qiyu and Mochou together... still can't beat her?"
In Tianjiang Mansion, things are deathly quiet. All the naked maids have fallen to their knees, those with tails tucking them between their legs, daring not to move.
A chilling sensation is born along the spines of each member of the Ye Clan. In an instant, even their hearts turn cold.
"Roar!!"
Ye Qiyu, who was blasted to the ground, rises into the sky again.
He appears possessed by an evil ghost, his eyes bulging with rage, his red hair flying wildly, his deep blue pupils tightly locked onto the sky, his every word and action exuding madness.
"Yamirasolara! Hasikusolalaha!"
The Golden Hoop Rakshasa, seated cross-legged in mid-air, moves his lips, streams of strange light emanating from the golden hoop above his head.
"Whoosh!"
