Bang!
The body lay on the ground.
There was more than one corpse on the ground; they were all handsome men, and they all looked exactly alike.
Chihiro slowly sat up. Her ravaged body was now full of power. A powerful force surged in her blood, and her breathing became rapid. She looked at the eight black petals on her left wrist.
Eight petals, eight cauldrons at the Immortal Emperor level.
“Thunder Emperor…” Qianxun gritted her teeth. He had roughly given her eight furnaces, allowing her to absorb all the cultivation of these eight clones.
She knew what he wanted her to do.
Damn it! Damn it!
Whether it was Lou Munan, Jingxin Wuchen, Luo Bai, or Lei Di, they all treated her as a tool to be trampled on at will. They didn't care about her thoughts, her feelings, or her life. They only wanted to use her and use her to their heart's content to achieve their goals.
A sword was stuck in the ground. The long, blue sword was crackling with lightning. It was the Thunder Emperor Sword.
Lei Di Yunqi specially left this place for her.
Chihiro stared at the sword, her bloodshot eyes filled with crimson veins. The sword hummed, as if telling her: Go! Go and do what you most want to do. If you resent me, then resent me.
She descended from the altar-like rock, stepping over the corpses as she walked toward the Thunder Emperor Sword. She reached out and drew the sword, holding it before her eyes; her hateful eyes were reflected in the blade.
"Hehe..." She chuckled self-deprecatingly, then burst into maniacal laughter, "Hahahahahahahaha..."
She was filled with anger, hatred, resentment, and humiliation, but what she wanted most was still what they wanted her to do. They had calculated her thoughts to trample on her and ruthlessly ravage her.
Because no matter what they do, she will eventually do what they want her to do.
How tragic!
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