Chapter 98

"Dongjun, Shao Siming, why did you two snatch my elixir!"

Seeing the two who appeared, Xinghun said angrily.

One second he was still feeling smug and triumphant about making the Heaven's Pride List.

The next second, his Heavenly Dao reward was snatched away.

Such a drastic rise and fall happened in an instant.

Xinghun naturally could not accept it.

"Have you forgotten what you said just now?"

Dongjun said coldly, her eyes looking at Xinghun with indifference, as if she were looking at a dead person.

Xinghun's body trembled subconsciously.

He could be certain that Dongjun wanted to kill him!

"Lord Dongjun, I spoke wrongly just now."

"I shouldn't have questioned your decision. It was my fault!"

Xinghun lowered his head and said.

As soon as he finished saying this, he clenched his fists tightly.

Since becoming the Left Protector of the Yin-Yang School, he had never been as servile as he was today.

Intense humiliation swept through Xinghun's entire body.

"What kind of state do you think the Yin-Yang School will head toward?"

Dongjun ignored Xinghun's apology and instead approached him step by step.

With every step she took, the aura on Dongjun's body grew, and the internal energy pressing down on Xinghun increased by a fraction.

【Author's Note:...】

Crack, crack, crack!

The floor could not bear the weight and cracks appeared.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Xinghun endured the immense pressure and the fear in his heart, gritting his teeth as he said: "Does Lord Dongjun not even allow those below to speak freely?"

He had gone all out; he was certain that Dongjun would not let him off easily.

Rather than bowing his head and begging for mercy only to have a bad end, it was better to fight back with spirit.

"Hmph!"

Dongjun snorted coldly.

She gently extended her hand and struck forward.

A Taiji symbol, shimmering with red and blue, appeared.

"Go!"

The Taiji landed on top of Xinghun's head.

In an instant, Xinghun felt the sensation of being in both ice and fire.

"Ah ah ah..."

Xinghun screamed in agony.

"It is not that I do not allow you to speak freely."

"I just hate it when people speak ill of me behind my back."

"If you have an opinion, you can tell me to my face; as for whether I listen or not, that is my business."

"However, speaking ill of me behind my back is absolutely not allowed. Anyone who commits this error will not be spared by me!"

Dongjun said coldly.

The Taiji slowly descended, and Xinghun did not wait for death.

A long sword formed from purple internal energy appeared in his hand.

He slashed fiercely at the green vines beneath his feet.

The result greatly exceeded Xinghun's expectations.