Hearing the Faceless Spider's hysterical words, Heavenly Dao was no longer merely trembling; it was quivering. It even put its favorite candied hawthorn sticks back into its red bodice, growing more desperate to flee the area.
Xu Lai paid no attention to the Faceless Spider. His gaze fell upon his daughter, Yiyi. His eyes remained cold, yet within that coldness, there was a hint of heartache.
If he could, he wouldn't have wanted Yiyi to grasp a sword so soon, to personally create an Asura field from the lives of hundreds of thousands of beings.
But a sword is the weapon of kings. Once grasped, it must never be discarded, unless in death.
Although she was usually pampered, Xu Yiyi stubbornly persisted, whether out of spite toward her father or for some other reason. Even when she was so exhausted she could barely lift her sword, she gritted her teeth and continued, unleashing one almost instinctual strike after another.
