Zhu Guqing’s expression was wooden, and she said nothing.

But when Su Yi heard the Wuhuan Water Monarch’s words, he arched his brow, and his heart trembled. Zhu Guqing is dying in Wen Lingxue’s place?

He then turned to Ning Sihua and said, “You deal with Wuhuan, I’ll find a way to flatten this place.”

“Flatten!?” Tao Qingshan and Teng Yong gasped, so startled, they broke out in cold sweats.

How could they miss that the captive white-haired woman in the center of the ritual hall was the person the Mystic Master was searching for?

Old Ghost Wuhuan is doomed! Tao Qingshan and Teng Yong glanced at each other.

“Alright.” Ning Sihua nodded, then rose to her feet and said coldly, “Wuhuan, I’ll give you just one chance. Let her go, and I’ll grant you a quick death.”

Her voice was soft and pleasing to the air, but it carried an unfathomable majesty as it resounded clearly through the ears of every yao and apparition present. The entire place instantly fell deathly silent.

The crowd all looked over, their expressions flabbergasted and bewildered.

Ning Sihua was calm, and she was staring directly at the Wuhuan Water Monarch. “I urge you not to let your anger overcome your rationality. Think carefully, then...