3426 Go Die Yourself

It wasn't until Jing Qiyao's screams were completely silenced that Wang Limeng seemed to snap back to reality. She shrieked, looking at her blood-stained hands. Her hands trembled slightly. After a long moment of shaking, she turned Jing Qiyao over, only to meet her wide, wrathful, unseeing eyes. Wang Limeng shrieked again, leaped back several steps, and then plopped down onto the ground.

Qiao Mu watched this mother with cold eyes. From beginning to end, the entire group had merely stood by. Wang Limeng didn't even pity her own daughter; it was laughable to expect others to.

Wang Limeng was clearly insane. She kicked Jing Qiyao's corpse away, stumbled to her feet, hugged Jing Minyao's cold body, and frantically charged towards the Soul Gathering Bell's three-colored isolation barrier. Head-butting the barrier repeatedly, Wang Limeng shrieked madly, "The Soul Gathering Bell belongs to my daughter! Give it back to us! Soul Gathering Bell, ah..."

Before she could make another move, she was swept aside by a fierce gust of wind. Holding Jing Minyao's body, she stumbled and fell to the ground.

A Desperate Plea and a Condemnation

"Are you done with your madness?" Mo Lian frowned, calmly withdrawing his right hand, and coldly stared at her. "What your other daughter said was correct. Jing Minyao has already used the Soul Gathering Bell once. Even if she were given another chance, it would be useless."

"Who said it's useless? Just because you say it's useless doesn't make it so!!" Wang Limeng was clearly deranged. She hugged Jing Minyao and charged at the isolation barrier, screaming frantically, "I don't care! This Soul Gathering Bell is originally from our Pangu Tribe, it should be used by us!!"

"Bang!" Before she could hit the barrier, Mo Lian's hand struck, sending her flipping backward and tumbling away. Wang Limeng's face, hands, and body were covered in blood and grime; it was unclear if it was from killing Jing Qiyao earlier or from her own wounds.

With a twisted expression, she slowly rose from the ground, suddenly dropped Jing Minyao, and shrieked, lunging towards Qiao Mu, "I want you all to die!"

The Madwoman's End

Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable's figure flickered, releasing several strands of sacred power. Countless winding vines instantly coiled around Wang Limeng's body. Simultaneously, the swirling spiritual energy around Wang Limeng filled the area. Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable narrowed his eyes and casually enveloped her entire being within the defensive barrier he had set up.

Suddenly—

Everyone heard a booming sound. Wang Limeng's entire body was instantly torn into pieces. Scattered body parts rained down from above, a gruesome shower of blood and gore.

Qiao Mu instinctively hid deeper in Mo Lian's arms, wrinkling her small brows and turning her head away with a look of distaste. This Wang Limeng, like a madwoman, actually tried to drag them to hell with her by self-destructing? How could that be possible! She didn't even consider that there were so many Transcendence-God Realm experts present; how could they possibly be harmed by a mere Spirit Master's self-detonation? It was an utterly meaningless self-destruction.

When Qiao Mu turned to look again, Wang Limeng's figure was no longer there. Mo Lian flicked his finger, and a cluster of black flames landed on the scattered remains on the ground, incinerating her completely, leaving not even a speck of bone.

"Burn both Jing Minyao and her sister too," Qiao Mu said, glancing at Jing Qiyao, who lay face up, eyes wide open as if questioning "the heavens" why she had been treated this way. Qiao Mu couldn't help but shake her head.