Every word, filled with Tao Rules, was like a divine command, making the entire heavens and earth tremble.
In fact, there was no need for him to speak.
At this moment, the old woman sitting in the wheelchair was down to her last breath, like a candle burning out in the wind. She should never have removed the "Dao Fruit," for it was only after two decades with Qing Li that she accidentally glimpsed this Dao... Now the Tao Rules were nearly extinguished, and her life would go out with them. The old woman's orifices were shattered, her skin oozing fresh blood, staining her clothes red.
Such immense power bursting forth from this ant-like body was bound to come at a cost.
Cicadas in spring, singing in winter, must meet Silent Annihilation.
Prince Jiu breathed deeply, extended his palm, and aimed it at the faint figure at the far end of the alley.
The old woman seemed to sense something.
Slowly, she looked up.
