She set Han Xin down, her inky black eyes turning bloodthirsty once more. Glancing at Wu Zetian, she slowly advanced toward her, tearing apart into bloody shreds anyone daring to block her path.
Wu Zetian was right: Wang Zhaojun alone could slaughter celestial soldiers and generals. In her eyes, human lives were like blades of grass or tiny ants, easily crushed with the flip of a hand.
Her spiritual power exhausted, Wu Zetian retreated step by step. She had thought her ultimate killing technique would finish off Wang Zhaojun, never imagining Han Xin would block it.
Chapter 44