Drip.

Dark red blood ran down the spear blade and dripped to the floor, spread along the seams of the stone tiles and out beyond the great hall, and then became a thin blood-mist in the clear waves.

Shen Yi pulled the dragon spear out of that beautiful woman's fair, slender neck.

Her face was filled with disbelieving terror; to her dying moment she could not understand that anyone could stroll openly into her own palace, tread her son's chest to pieces, and then run a spear through her, neat and quick.

She was no ordinary water-kin demon, but the principal wife of the Sixth Prince, and had the title of Dragon Consort.

The guards of the hall, her own elder brother who matched the White Jade Capital, and the Sixth Prince too, seemed all to have vanished; nobody at all took any notice of what was happening here.

Was this still the Dragon Palace, the one called the lord of Nanhong?

“……” Su Hongxiu suddenly felt a little awkward.

They had agreed to kill the dragon grandson's whole family.

She had even worked up her numinous method — and had not had the slightest chance to use it.

By all ordinary reckoning, the moment the two of them came in, those hall guards ought to have rushed them in a body. Instead, even now, the whole great hall was still empty, and outside was deathly still as well.

She looked out of the hall with some puzzlement.

And then her pupils contracted a little.

At some point a thick blood-mist had wrapped the whole hall up, like a great mouth picking out whom to devour, or like some monster savagely and grotesquely shaped.

Out of the blood-mist, one corpse after another drifted into the hall.

Until dozens of dead bodies were heaped at the hall door — three great demons of the twelfth layer of Return-to-Void among them.

Straight after came streams of flowing light, which drove swiftly into the point between Shen Yi's brows.

Only then did the blood-mist outside thin slowly away in the current.

“Hoo.”

Su…