Bai Shishi still had a single hand out. However, her hand had now turned golden as if it was made of pure gold.

The bone blade was caught solidly in her hand. With her golden dress fluttering around her, she was like a golden goddess, sacred and untouchable.

As for Lu Xiaoxian, the veins on his arms throbbed as he tried to pull back his blade, but it was ineffective. After that, the Dark Tiger’s roar came from within his manifestation, shaking the sky. The martial stage shuddered and seemed on the verge of collapse.

Yet, no matter what he did, that bone blade seemed to have been stuck to Bai Shishi’s hand, and he couldn’t even shake it.

Suddenly, Bai Shishi’s hand flashed and golden liquid flowed out...