'And me? I struggled my whole life, only to be trampled underfoot by others?'
'I thought transmigrating would give me a new life, but I was still utterly crushed.'
Ye Chuxue was filled with hate.
She hated the injustice of the Heavenly Dao.
She hated everything in this world!
Her expression was savage as she stared at Song Wanning, eagerly anticipating the sight of her miserable demise.
However, a flash of sword light streaked past. Though the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder descended as before, its power plummeted as if it had been nearly cleaved in two.
Any triumphant words died in her throat. Ye Chuxue glared with resentful, blood-red eyes, digging her nails so tightly into her palms that her entire body swayed, on the verge of collapse.
