"I, Xiao Mo, will protect Bai Ruxue with this Saint's Heart as she crosses her tribulation!"
Xiao Mo's voice resounded between heaven and earth.
As Xiao Mo finished speaking, the last wisp of the Confucian Ancestor Saint's Residual Soul withdrew its gaze. It looked up at the heavens, its eyes impossibly deep. "It seems this is all fate."
The Confucian Ancestor Saint's Residual Soul scattered on the wind.
Xiao Mo's Saint's Heart also began to fade, transforming into an ink-black wind.
Like a sharp blade, the wind sliced through the chains that bound Bai Ruxue. It then coalesced into an ink dragon and soared into the heavens.
BOOM!
The ink dragon slammed into the heavens, and a tremendous roar echoed across the world.
Immediately after, a sound like shattering glass followed.
It was as if the ink dragon had smashed something to smithereens.
ROOOAR! A dragon's cry shook the heavens and the earth!
