Chapter 12

Yuqing asked with a smile.

"There is no need to divide this Primordial Gourd Vine; this object has an affinity with me. This Palace wants them all!"

Nuwa spoke with ringing force.

"???"

Yuqing's expression froze.

"???"

The expressions of all the powerful ones froze.

The great experts were all somewhat brain-frozen, unable to believe these were words Nuwa could say.

When did Nuwa, who was always a background character, become so astonishing in speech?

Wants them all?

Why don't you just go to the sky!?

Brother Fuxi's corner of the mouth twitched slightly; he felt immense pressure but could only stand silently behind Nuwa, ready to strike at any moment.

As for Li Mo, he sized up Nuwa; this line sounded familiar. Did the Western Two Shis say it? Oh, then it's fine.

"Junior Sister Nuwa, are you not being too domineering?"

Taiqing spoke silently.

"Treasures are obtained by those with affinity. Though three senior brothers dare to ask for three, in the end, our Honghuang is only where the strong are respected. In that case, how can this Palace not want all these gourds?"

Nuwa shook her head and said.

"Junior Sister, do you mean you can suppress all of us?"

Shangqing raised an eyebrow and said.

"Yes."

Nuwa nodded seriously.

To speak plainly, everyone present here is trash.

"......"

The atmosphere became subtle again, and everyone's faces turned iron-green.

Although Nuwa spoke euphemistically, how could they not understand this meaning?

What is this, looking down on all of us?

We are all early-stage Quasi-Saints; what, can you go to the sky? What huge arrogance!

"In that case, Junior Sister, let us have a fight."

Taiqing said without expression.

"Good!"

As soon as the voice fell, the next second, Nuwa erupted with the aura of a late-stage Quasi-Saint.

The Good, Evil, and Self Corpse, each holding a magic treasure, appeared behind Nuwa; their terrifying power seemed to shake the void, causing the region of hundreds of millions of kilometers to change color.

Influenced by Li Mo, Nuwa had also become extremely steady; since she was to fight, she naturally had to go all out.

It was seen that in an instant of Nuwa's thought, faint shadows of worlds flashed; the myriad planes already mastered by Nuwa, under her communication, seemed to transform into a continuous stream of world power reinforcing her body.

In an instant, the aura on Nuwa's body was on the verge of breaking through the bottleneck of late-stage Quasi-Saint; her strength seemed to have already broken through from late-stage Quasi-Saint to the peak of Quasi-Saint.

The aura was so terrifying that the moment it was released, it seemed to freeze this region, causing the expressions of all the powerful ones to freeze again; people were dumbfounded.

PS:

I timidly ask, is there really no one reading this book? The data isn't moving at all, and the evaluation tickets and comments are almost zero; the author is a bit lost. I was full of confidence before, but now I don't know if I should continue writing.

The eighth update!!!

If everyone is supportive, the author will continue to explode with updates; if the data doesn't rise like this, the author doesn't know what to do.......