At this moment, Empress Xuan Bing.
Crimson blood stained her cherry lips, bloomed like an overwhelming blood lotus… On her other hanging jade hand, a few drops of blood trickled down through her fingers.
Her injuries are severe.
So severe that her realm is on the brink of falling.
But the resilient her, seemed to ignore it all.
The gaze of Empress Xuan Bing was like ancient ice, cold and solitary, filled with a primitive aura.
"Empress Xuan Bing!"
Ye Yun's calm gaze seemed to pierce through her, and he said indifferently: "If I don't help you, your realm… may not hold!"
"I don't need your help!"
Empress Xuan Bing's long phoenix eyes narrowed slightly at that moment, an indescribable anger erupted completely in her cold heart.
This mysterious young man in white had just seen through her.
She had lived for nearly two eras.
In such a long time, Empress Xuan Bing kept herself as pure as jade, never suffering such a treatment.
No man had ever taken such advantage of her.
