Sang Luo's heart felt as if it were being brutally gouged out by a sharp blade. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her hateful gaze promising to slice the man before her into a thousand pieces. "Impossible!"
'Fei Yuan's Soul Mark is still here. There's no way he's just gone!'
Ye Wushuang's laugh was even more wild and mocking. "If you don't believe me, Your Highness, why don't you beg me? You might even get to see him one last time!"
Her answer was a crazed, ferocious flash of sword light.
Sang Luo attacked like a madwoman, slashing wildly. Her Swordsmanship was a chaotic mess, a raw outpouring of emotion. But she now possessed the power of the Divine Venerable Realm, and this unrestrained eruption of her Divine Power was terrifyingly potent.
Even Ye Wushuang's expression faltered.
Sang Luo flashed to his side, her furious spiritual power forming a purple viper that sank its fangs into his arm. Purplish-black blood splattered out, and wisps of Ghost Energy seeped from the wound.
