She harnessed her essence; a myriad of colorful lights rapidly flashed, and it dazzled the eyes. By the time she ceased, Sikong Rulang's originally handsome face had turned into patches of green and purple, swollen to the point that it resembled a pig's head.

"Had the time not been premature, you'd have met the King of Hell already!"

Feng Muqing snorted coldly and channeled her energy into her palm to strike him directly on his Dantian. Sikong Rulang's ...