The blazing tip of the Phoenix Divine Spear flared with solar heat, singing the collar of Ye Chen’s violet-gold robes.
Holy Son Ye Chen stared into Mu Qing’s burning golden eyes.
Every drop of blood in his veins ran cold. Six months ago, she had been a dying, paralyzed lamb on a blood-soaked cot in a muddy tent. Now, she was an unstoppable divine empress radiating the terrifying pressure of a 9-Turn Golden Core.
“Qing’er... please...” Ye Chen whined, falling back onto his elbows. “We were betrothed! We shared our childhood under the willow trees of the ancestral peak! Think of our past!”
“You severed those willow trees when you carved out my bone,” Mu Qing replied, her voice ringing across the mountains. “Six months ago, you took advantage of my paralysis. Today, in front of the Nine Prefectures, defend yourself!”
“I am the Holy Son of Jade-Clear! I will not be judged by a woman!” Ye Chen shrieked, his panic twisting into suicidal frenzy.
He scrambled to his feet, drawing his three-foot golden sword. His 4-Turn Golden Core burned desperately, summoning nine illusory golden dragons that coiled around his blade.
“Nine Dragons Severing the Heavens!” Ye Chen roared, slashing his sword toward Mu Qing’s throat.
