"Good! Very good!" the Female Demon Lord said with a chilling smile, nodding her head. The molten flow in her eyes grew more intense, filled with hatred and resentment, as if she wanted to devour someone, "Since Si Chen, the River Lord, would rather destroy the Netherworld Palace with his own hands than live there, you should go to the dungeon to calm down. When you've thought it over, I will let you out."
Even a wolf that seemed as docile as a cat eventually shed its disguise to reveal its terrifyingly true fangs.
She had exhausted her patience and had wasted too much time on him.
Even if time were reversed and life and death switched places, the soul under that disguise remained stubborn and obstinate, inciting loathing without ever changing.
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Chao Mu Hall, the bloodbathed cold pool, and crimson covered the ground.
Bang!
A pair of hands violently pushed open the outer courtyard's grand doors.
