The Purple Gold Holy Spear pierced through her glabella, exited through the back of her skull, and ran through her head, shattering her sea of consciousness.
The Vermilion Holy Maiden's beautiful eyes widened and her pupils contracted in horror. She stared at the Zi Mansion Holy Son before her, her gaze freezing with overwhelming shock and confusion.
Why wasn't the Zi Mansion Holy Son entangled by the pitch-black roots? How did he appear here so silently? And how dare he kill me in front of everyone? Isn't he afraid of starting a war between our two Holy Lands?
These questions flooded the Vermilion Holy Maiden's mind, but her sea of consciousness had been shattered and her soul had nowhere to flee. She was utterly helpless. Her questions would remain unanswered forever.
"What? The Vermilion Holy Maiden is dead?"
