Pale flames climb the Divine Throne, like blooming Star Flowers, with a booming sound—
obliterating a certain kind of magic.
The star-skirted woman sitting on the Divine Throne instantly comes into Xia Feng's black pupils, causing his pupils to slightly constrict.
Xia Feng's face stiffens, and his neck stiffly twists to look at the star-skirted woman beneath him, meeting her indifferent, mocking vertical pupils. He stiffly raises his head again,
faces so identical reveal the monstrous crimes he has committed in these three days.
Fortunately,
Evil Dragon Miss seems to have fallen into unconsciousness, not witnessing his affair with the Residual Spirit.
Feeling relieved, Xia Feng's heart is burning, so he stretches out his hand and piapia taps the Empress's exquisite cheek again, arrogantly sneering, "Mere Residual Spirit, once I awaken the main body, you'll suffer!"
With that, Xia Feng gets up, walking towards another star-skirted woman.
