Angel is indeed nearing the end.

He had been slashed three times, his skin torn and bleeding. His face, which usually seemed unmoved by anything, was now as wretched as a dog's. It was no wonder that Quan Ji had orchestrated this dog-eat-dog drama.

Wonderful.

It was absolutely fantastic.

It's really interesting.

Looking at the man who had taken her virginity, Quan Yao felt a surge of heat in her head, and all her grievances welled up again. She sniffed and asked Zhan Tianshi, "Zhan Tianshi... I'm asking you one last time, did you... really do that kind of thing with my mother?"

Tears welled up in her eyes; she simply didn't want to believe it.

After all, she had loved the man in front of her.

She thought that if Angel shook his head, she would risk her life to save him.

Unfortunately, all she received in response was endless silence, followed by a humble plea for help.

"Yaoyao...please save me."

Quan Yao wasn't stupid; she understood.

It's true that Angel Zhan did have that kind of thing with her mother!

And what about her? What is she anyway?

Disgusting...so disgusting!

She felt a wave of dizziness and nausea.

In that instant, Quan Yao felt as if her world had collapsed.

She's about to break down!

"Angel of the Triumph, you bastard!"

Quan Yao practically started cursing in the main hall, her emotions reaching a breaking point.

Amidst the cursing, she thrust her sword forward, piercing the heart of the angel.

Zhan Tianshi's eyes widened in horror as she looked up at Quan Yao in disbelief, her head buzzing as if it had been bombarded.

That bitch Quan Yao... she actually dared to kill him!

Quan Yao still held the sword hilt in her hand, feeling extremely conflicted.

On the throne, Princess Quan's eyes suddenly turned cold, as if they could freeze a person's blood.

She leaped lightly to Quan Yao's side and kicked her hard in the stomach without mercy, sending Quan Yao flying several meters away.

Quan Yao landed on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Almost simultaneously, Quan Ji drew the sword that Quan Yao had used to pierce the angel's heart, and immediately aimed the tip at Quan Yao's neck, piercing her delicate skin and drawing a drop of blood.

Did I give you permission to kill him now?

"He's gone, who will continue the game? You—?"

A stab to the heart almost certainly means certain death.

Quan Ji hadn't had enough fun yet. This unexpected incident, which disrupted her plans, made her feel a sense of weariness.

Quan Yao's eyes widened, and she quickly realized what was going on.

If the Angel of Death dies, but the game has to continue, then... it's time for her to be the one to get nerfed!

Her face turned deathly pale, completely devoid of color.

She can't be killed!

Angels cannot die!

In that instant, Quan Yao felt like she was being driven crazy by the endless contradictions within her heart!

Quan Ji is too ruthless.

She was like a truly brutal tyrant, beyond question and beyond offense!

Quan Yao was terrified. Instantly, tears welled up in her eyes, and she cried uncontrollably, her face streaked with tears.

For the first time ever, she pleaded, "I'm...I'm sorry, I was wrong...Please let me go...I beg you, sister...I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!"

Quan Ji curled her lips into a smile.

"You'd better pray he doesn't die."

She hasn't guessed everyone yet, so the game has to keep going!

If someone dies, whoever killed them takes their place; there's no question about that.

If Zhan Tianshi dies, Quan Yao will have to take the remaining dozens of swords for him today!

Quan Ji turned to look at Feng Xi.

She asked, "Priest of the West, please lend a hand and bring the Angel of the Palace back to life."

Want to die?

I'll bring you back to life even if you're dead!

No one can quit until the game is over!

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions turned unusually grim, and they began to regret having offended Princess Quan.

That's too brutal.

That's too ruthless.

Is Kwon Ji a devil?

No--

She's more terrifying than the devil!