A blood-red figure sped along the main street.
It was Murong Xiangming, dressed in her red wedding attire.
SWOOSH!
In her hand, a blood-red sword cut through the air.
'How dare they humiliate me, Murong Xiangming, like this.'
'Today, it is time for you to witness my Blood Butterfly Eighteen Transformations.'
Her rage was as blood-red as her eyes.
Murong Xiangming had never been this furious, nor had she ever unleashed her full power to fight for her reputation.
Qin Lie had nearly ruined her.
If she had actually married Qin Lie, she would have felt it was a fate worse than death—like being sullied by a filthy, disgusting dead pig.
So now, with a clear mind, her killing intent was absolute.
She would find no peace until she killed her enemy with her own hands.
Her expression was deceptively calm, but her heaving chest hinted at the terrible storm brewing within.
Her target: the Alchemist Guild.
"Look, who's that?"
