Deep down, Bai Yujian's chest tightened with worry.
What if it wasn't Zhu Qing?
Her gaze on the ruins of the Warlord's palace. If it was Su Xiaobai… well, there was no way he was ready for something like this. His body would pop like an overripe fruit, splattering the sand with whatever guts he had left.
She sighed, her expression a mix of awe and exasperation. "That reckless disciple… what the hell are you up to now?"
For now, all she could do was watch. And wait.
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"Hmph! Who dares to challenge the will of the heavens now?"
The majestic voice thundered through the storm, sharp and commanding. Across the wasteland, lightning tore the sky—violet, gold, crimson—painting wrath across the clouds. Figures descended one by one, their auras smashing into the battlefield like celestial fists.
