"I'm really angry."
Nan Zhi bit her lip. Her purple eyes were icy cold, shedding a radiant brilliance and condensing into flowing, fiery wings at their corners, filled with an indescribable divinity.
Her silky black hair danced like ribbons as the Nether Flower blossomed, heralding the arrival of death and declaring the Princess's rage.
A group of lackeys, relying on their master's power, dared to target her, utterly disregarding the dignity of the Enchanting Demon Queen.
What do you think you are?
With a flick of her wrist, the intricately designed Demon Spear immediately disassembled, automatically reconfiguring into a heavy sniper rifle. Its root-like tendrils writhed and climbed the barrel, resembling the scarlet talons of a coiling dragon.
Blessed Weapon, [Manjushaka].
BANG!
The muzzle let out a dragon's thunderous roar, distorting the void. A dwarf, who was opportunistically trying to pick up scraps, was instantly forced out, only to meet a bullet aimed squarely at him.
