The memories of his past life as a Golden Cicada flooded back, awakened by the tears of the Queen of Daughter Country, they rooted in his mind, growing into towering trees.
Tang Monk's journey-etched face contorted in pain, his usually steadfast features beginning to warp as if unable to bear the torment, he let out a roar to the heavens.
Xu Biyun didn't notice her tears streaming down, her face filled with anxiety. She lunged towards the queen of Daughter Country again, intent on delivering another beating, but an intimidating aura surged from Tang Monk, flinging her ten meters away like she was caught in a tornado.
The heavy corpse of the horse was swept away by the force, skidding across the big blue stone floor and stopping tens of meters away.
"How could this be?" Xu Biyun looked incredulous. Was this the frail Tang Monk she could slap down with a flick of her hand just moments ago?
