Wen Muling’s eyes were already filled with black and red light, and the originally delicate and fair skin on her cheeks showed traces of black blood vessels. Accompanied by her ceaselessly swaying long hair, she looked just like the Demon God.
The corners of Wen Muling’s mouth lifted into a faint cold smile. "You still remember the Shadow Guard?"
Ren Tianyun’s expression shifted multiple times, eventually growing dark as he sneered, "No wonder you, with the body of the Human Clan, would attempt to assassinate me. So, you’re merely remnants of his forces!"
"Remnants?" Black aura swirled around Wen Muling, her anger clearly reaching its peak. "If the Lord were still here, would you dare utter such words?"
Ren Tianyun snorted coldly, "If he were here, of course, I wouldn’t dare! But he’s already dead! Not even a shred of his divine soul remains!"
At this, Ren Tianyun’s face took on a playful expression. "Isn’t it ironic? A Nether Monarch who toyed with souls, obliterated to the point of soul annihilation! Hahaha!"
Laughter rang out, shaking the venue.
Because of the attempted assassination earlier, all those present were already bewildered, but the shocking occurrences that followed left everyone horrified.
The Shadow Guard, the Nether Monarch...
Any alone was an earth-shattering secret capable of causing death to countless individuals.
As a result, many turned pale, wishing they could block their ears immediately.
But among them, the one who was most terrified was none other than the Destined Ghost Monarch.
At this moment, he was so frightened he looked as though he might cry.
After all, Wen Muling was someone he had personally selected to offer to Ren Tianyun. Who could have imagined it would lead to such chaos?
Moreover, this Wen Muling turned out to be a Shadow Guard, a remnant of the Nether Monarch’s forces.
The reality of this revelation was enough to drive the Destined Ghost Monarch to madness.
He was well aware of the ruthless nature of the Ghost Race’s prominent clans—better to kill mistakenly than to let anyone go.
Not to mention, Wen Muling belonged to his own Destiny City. He had effectively fallen into a mire, unable to clear his name.
These thoughts flashed through the Destined Ghost Monarch’s mind like lightning, leaving him pallid and on the verge of breakdown.
Meanwhile, Ah Qing and the other women finally reached their limit, letting out shrieks as the guards of the Ghost Race subdued them to the ground.
But in such dire circumstances, Wen Muling laughed. Amidst her radiant smile, she stroked the hair by her ear.
"You’re mistaken. The Lord cannot die! He must still be alive! The day he returns will be the day the mighty clans of the Ghost Race meet their doom!"
Ren Tianyun snorted. "What delusional nonsense!"
As these words fell, from the shadows behind Ren Tianyun suddenly exploded a dazzling flash of sword light. Wen Muling emerged, her blade aiming straight for Ren Tianyun.
It was none other than the Shadow Killing Technique, the unique skill of the Shadow Guard!
This move was unpredictable and exceedingly difficult to defend against. Caught off guard, Ren Tianyun could not react in time.
Yet just as Wen Muling’s sword pierced half an inch into Ren Tianyun’s back, Tan Feiwen snorted coldly from the side, sending a strand of black light flying across the air, directly entangling Wen Muling’s sword and twisting it fiercely.
Crack!
The blade shattered.
Then this strand of black light slithered like a serpent, winding itself upwards in an attempt to bind Wen Muling.
Seeing things take a turn for the worse, Wen Muling leaped backward.
But her retreat was slightly too slow, as the black light, like a living creature, whipped its tail in mid-air.
Bang!
Wen Muling’s body was flung through the air, spewing a mouthful of blood mid-flight.
"Commander!" Ah Qing and the other women cried out in anguish.
Yet before their cries could even echo, the iron-faced Destined Ghost Monarch raised a hand and sealed their mouths shut.
Wen Muling staggered and tumbled for quite a distance before barely managing to steady herself.
Looking at her now, her already pale face resembled bleached paper, with only her lips stained vividly red by her own blood.
Ren Tianyun’s injured back bore only a shallow mark, a pitiful wound that was negligible for someone of his caliber.
But the disgrace of being harmed was enough to make Ren Tianyun erupt in rage.
Wen Lingcui had never shouted at her before, so her current demeanor was all the more terrifying.
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