Xuan Tian smiled and said, "I know you’re only worried about her, not truly upset with me."
The two exchanged a smile and squeezed each other's hands tightly.
Xuan Tian took the opportunity to say, "You’ve already helped them through this ordeal. Isn’t it time to return to Heaven? Your vacation is over."
Lady Vivian Yan nodded—indeed, it was time to go back. Even though she was still worried, what happened next would be up to them.
Now, they were free from the constraints of Heaven’s rules and more at ease. Yet, with that freedom came many inevitable tribulations. Still, she believed in their abilities to overcome every challenge. She also knew Xuan Tian had secretly returned the Dragon and Phoenix Pendants to them, so nothing major should happen—at worst, there would just be chaos across the realm!
Seeing Morgan Shangguan and Damien Gray awaken, the group who had been on edge finally breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as Damien regained consciousness, he began channeling his energy to counter the sorcery within him. His internal power was fully restored, and he even sensed another force inside. Though he had no time to investigate it now, it felt natural to wield.
The new force within him was actually spiritual energy—power that originally belonged to him but had been stripped away by Consort Bella Simon’s curse.
Morgan Shangguan’s spiritual power had also increased significantly. Upon reflection, it must be thanks to the Dragon and Phoenix Pendants. Still, the rumors about their boundless power and ability to rule the world were a bit exaggerated. She wondered if Grandmaster Xuan Tian had intentionally stirred up chaos with such wild claims!
But Grandmaster Xuan Tian couldn’t really be blamed. The truth was, these two had such unpredictable personalities that no one could guess what they’d do next. So he had to exaggerate things a bit—if chaos broke out and they got swept up in it, staying uninvolved would be impossible!
Returning the Dragon and Phoenix Pendants was Xuan Tian’s own decision, simply to give them more means of self-preservation. Though no longer immortals, the pendants could still help them strengthen their powers. After all, they each had their own destinies to face, and Blood Wraith was an enemy that had to be dealt with. Xuan Tian knew Blood Wraith’s abilities well—and defeating him would not be easy!
The formation had lost its power, and outside, more bodies had appeared. Jin Locke was nowhere to be seen. A cold glint flashed in Morgan Shangguan’s eyes—he might escape for now, but she would remember this debt.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside—the martial artists who had disappeared earlier now crowded in, jostling their way through. The barrier at the door seemed to have been broken, so nothing stood in their way.
Seeing Damien Gray, everyone paused. Blood still stained his lips, his face pale and slick with cold sweat—clearly gravely injured and in the midst of recovery.
As the group exchanged glances, a faint smile appeared in Morgan Shangguan’s eyes, though no one could see the emotions hidden beneath that smile.
With the Ghostmaster injured, this was a rare chance—if they didn’t strike now, when would they? As long as they killed the Ghostmaster, the treasures would be theirs. Otherwise, they’d never get near them!
The treasures were right before their eyes, and the powerful temptation was quickly driving everyone mad.
"Kill..." Looking at those treasures, all these people could think about was the loot. Any lingering fear had long since vanished.
Ethan Gu and Maxwell Jing were about to act, but Morgan Shangguan raised her hand to stop them. "Let me." Damien Gray was hurt, and her anger still burned. Since Jin Locke had fled, she’d have to vent her fury on these people—they were practically volunteering to be her targets!
"Wait." Noah Duanmu spoke up to stop her, but said nothing more. He rushed over, tapped Quentin Drake’s acupoint, and dragged him out. He knew Morgan Shangguan still didn’t want her identity exposed—so if she made a move, everyone here, whether they fought or not, would have to die!
For once, Quentin Drake didn’t curse Noah Duanmu. He was tempted by the treasure, but not to the point of madness. He still had reason, and knew what he could and couldn’t claim.
Morgan Shangguan struck swiftly and cleanly, but those who died met a truly miserable end. Her face betrayed no displeasure, and her murderous aura was utterly restrained—only in the instant she attacked did her targets feel that overwhelming, terrifying intent.
Liam Duanmu saw several people fall in the blink of an eye and quickly tried to intervene. "Princess Consort, spare them!" These people still respected him, but in the face of such temptation, even the Martial Alliance Chief’s words carried no weight—otherwise, things wouldn’t have escalated so far.
Morgan Shangguan’s lips curled into a cold smile. "Do you really think you can stop me?" With that, she struck at his chest. Liam Duanmu dodged quickly, avoiding a fatal blow, but was still badly hurt.
With a flick of her white silk, Morgan Shangguan snapped someone’s neck. Expressionless, she turned to Noah Duanmu, who had just returned. "Keep an eye on him!" she ordered. Next time, she wouldn’t show mercy.
Truthfully, both Quentin Drake and Liam Duanmu were only spared because of Noah Duanmu’s intervention.
Noah Duanmu hurried to keep Liam Duanmu in line, making sure he didn’t do anything foolish again.
In an instant, so many had died that the frenzied crowd finally regained some sense. No one had expected the woman beside the Ghostmaster to be so formidable. They thought she was just a beauty, lucky to have won the Ghostmaster’s favor, but her martial skills were unfathomable and her attacks merciless. These were all seasoned fighters, yet most couldn’t withstand even a single move from her. It wasn’t a fight—it was a massacre.
Morgan Shangguan took a step forward. The crowd barely managed to suppress their urge to retreat, gripping their weapons nervously and avoiding the sight of the mangled corpses on the ground.
Morgan Shangguan didn’t bother waiting for them to make the first move. Her white silk flashed again, cutting down more foes—yet the silk remained pure white, untouched by blood.