Wu Xianzong's face was full of gloom, and he didn't expect Xu Wendong's strength to be so terrifying.
This stirred a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The Female Emperor raised her hand again, slapping him harshly on the face.
The crisp sound of the slaps was incessant, forming a stark contrast to the previously dull sound of the thunder, giving off a feeling akin to heavenly music.
When Wu Xianzong was almost on the brink of death, the Female Emperor withdrew her hand, her eyes cold as she said, "Do you believe I won't kill you now?"
Feeling the killing intent from the Female Emperor, Wu Xianzong immediately shut his mouth.
Though he knew that he could not escape death today,
he still wanted to witness Xu Wendong perish completely before dying himself.
In this way, he would at least die content.
At this moment.
Xu Wendong's voice sounded again: "I need to borrow the Power of the Nation's Fate from Shangqing Country and Liyang Country."
