The landscape was a vision of desolation. Dust and smoke still rose from the scorched earth.

And the Cloud Tower Treasure Ship? It had already been destroyed in the earlier battle, scattering into tiny pieces.

A young man stood in the sky, holding an Empress aloft!

The distant onlookers, Ye Tianqu and Tu Yong, were overcome with astonishment.

The curtains had already fallen on this unprecedented battle.

A young Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator had captured an Empress of the Blood Pheasant race alive!!

Who beneath the heavens wouldn’t have been astonished?

“You… Who exactly are you?” said the woman in black, her face deathly pale.

As an Empress, she’d always occupied a lofty position, and enjoyed the respect and reverence of those around her. Yet now, someone was holding her up by the throat, as if she were a chicken. She couldn’t even struggle.

Her predicament made her eyes dim. She inwardly gave into despair, but more than that, she was overcome with shame too great to put into words.

“Who I am doesn’t matter, but remember this: from this moment on, you’re a prisoner, and your life and death are out of your...