Meng Po stared, dumbfounded—then flew into a rage.
She charged over madly.
That lord was the god in her heart; how could he be treated like this?
The shadowy figure turned, glanced at her once.
Meng Po's whole body trembled; she dropped straight to her knees.
All her fury, all her dissatisfaction, vanished in an instant.
She finally came to her senses—this person before her was no ordinary man.
He was Emperor Xiao, an invincible existence across Wan Gu.
Even when her own lord mentioned him, he couldn't help but sigh in awe.
Even if this was only a single shadow, it was still not something she could shake.
Only, she could not accept the fact that her lord's Dharma Image actually couldn't defeat a mere shadow of the other side.
"Junior, you are insulting me. When my true body returns, for you it will be a calamity that reaches the heavens."
The Dharma Image spoke. He was being suppressed to the point of immobility, yet his tone did not soften in the least.
