The man's face was an iron blue, his blue eyes darkening almost to black with irritation, signaling an impending storm.
He'd never encountered such a shameless person before, and yet, paradoxically, he was powerless against her.
It wasn't the man's fault—born into nobility, he commanded submission not just from the lowliest of creatures but also from the supreme beings of higher dimensions.
With just a glance, the pressure he exuded was enough to break one's backbone.
But Little Budian was different; nobody knew if it was because she had swallowed a Fu Tian Pill or not, but no matter what tactics he used, she was like a pig unafraid of scalding water, completely impervious to persuasion or force.
Nevertheless, the man was the supreme sovereign, and he understood human nature all too clearly.
His blue eyes narrowed slightly, and Ah Piao, who was headless, let out a muffled grunt.
The Black Flood Dragon entwining Ah Piao bit into her, consuming a large portion of her soul.
