There was silence in the spacious banquet hall.

The somewhat retarded atmosphere around them had regained a bit of normalcy.

Cold, yet deep.

Miss Xu sat in her seat motionless. She did not die immediately from such a fatal injury. She just stretched out her delicate white little hand and gently pulled out the fragment that had pierced her throat.

Little by little, drop by drop.

One could even hear the slight, somewhat harsh sound of flesh and blood rubbing against crystal fragments.

"It's impossible for a human... a human to survive such a fatal injury."

When Long Xuejing saw this brutal scene, even though the evil dragon had a strong will, she couldn't help but take a step back.

She originally thought that this should be a fictional soul world, but the current situation may not be just that.

This way, things got out of her control.

"Ordinary mortals can't, but we cultivators are different." Miss Xu's lips curled into an elegant arc. Even with her throat pierced, she maintained that condescending look. "By the way, you're just a mortal. You don't know that the Dragon Kingdom cultivation world is controlled by our four major families. Haha... Think about it, can a family composed of mortals have the right to influence the decisions of the government?"

Only absolute military force, lasting for hundreds or thousands of years, can subdue a world, control the economy, and command all countries.

The four great families of the cultivation world are all like this, having existed on this land since the time of the Daoist Ancestor. Their profound heritage is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"How...is this possible...?"

Long Xuejing finally understood why Miss Xu always called other people...mortals. It turned out that the other party was indeed not an ordinary human being.

This time it was her turn to show an incredible expression on her face: "This is clearly just a world of ordinary creatures, how can extraordinary powers exist..."

When Xie Long saw Miss Xu's hand, he simply wiped it lightly on his neck, and then the long, hideous-looking wound immediately recovered as before.

The young lady sighed: "I know you want to kill me...but I gave you a chance..."

Her eyes were clear, without any emotion.

Miss Xu, who practices the Tai Shang Wang Qing Dao Lu, pursues the heart of divine punishment and always treats all things as straw dogs. She finally encounters a slightly special creature, but it is also a bad guy who wants to kill her.

As a great cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, ordinary people could not even touch the edge of her clothes, let alone hurt her. If she had not deliberately made her body brittle, even if the crystal fragments pierced her, they would only be shattered by her skin.

What a pity!

"Your power... comes from the immortal system. I've met several human immortals before... Although you're not as powerful as them, but..." The evil dragon had fought in worlds of different systems, so she could easily discern the source of the opponent's power. After a few pauses, her expression became filled with shock and anger. "No! This demonic game is not fair at all. How can you possess such powerful power—"

She is just an ordinary human being here, while the opponent possesses extraordinary powers, so there is absolutely no chance of winning this game from the very beginning.

But Long Xuejing's voice stopped abruptly.

Because everything about her was frozen by the ice, both her expression and voice were frozen in that moment.

"I don't understand what you're talking about..." Xu Xianxian's eyes, slightly crimson, calmly gazed at the ice sculpture in front of her. She remained seated, so no one could see how she made her move. "But in this world, nothing is fair."

She looked quietly at the lifeless ice sculpture, with a hint of regret in her eyes, but then she felt a headache and then passed out.

......

The Lost Courtyard, Midgard.

In the dead silent sky, a dark vortex slowly emerged above the void.

The balance scale constructed by the devil came out from the vortex. The originally lively devil's head now looked extremely dim, but the dark rules lingering on it were the purest power in the world.

This is the rule from the Demon King, which constructs the dark land of everything. Even if it is just a tiny part, it is enough to have unparalleled power.

Boom——

On one side of the scale, a dull sound was heard, and then the weight engraved with the pattern of a high-level fairy suddenly sank downward, while the weight engraved with the pattern of an evil dragon began to rise and then became transparent.

A large amount of dark power wrapped around the weight, trying to seal it in this dead land.

"roar--"

The evil dragon, with only its bone wings left, suddenly broke out of its body, revealing half of its huge dragon body. It roared loudly and exhaled terrifying dragon breath, trying to break free from the shackles of the dark rules.

"Even the Demon King...can't possibly restrain the great...Drekus!!"

The evil dragon roared loudly.

The seventeen-ringed ancient evil dragon is already the most perfect creature in the material world. It does not want to be sealed by the demonic power that is separated by an unknown number of dimensions.

If it were in its prime, the evil dragon would indeed be able to break through this cross-border seal, but now it has been severely injured after a series of battles, and its spirit has been exhausted in the soul game. Its current resistance is nothing more than a last-ditch effort.

In fact, the evil dragon couldn't even activate the forbidden scroll.

As the evil dragon struggled, the constraints of the dark rules became thicker. After only about ten minutes, the evil dragon's body was completely wrapped up, and the demon head was included, falling into the scorched earth below.

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