"You dare defy me!"
Meng Die roared furiously.
Her voice seemed to stir the entire sky.
The clouds in the sky were scattered by the gusts she released.
Around the temple, several towering water spouts descended.
It looked as though she wanted to tear the entire temple apart.
However, Zhao Jiaqi inside the door felt no wind at all.
Clearly, as powerful as Meng Die was, she could not shake the temple guarded by a golden dragon.
Unfortunately, the immobilized Ni Chang could only stand alone in the storm.
The brutal force seemed as if it was going to tear her apart.
But the stubborn Ni Chang still glared with wide eyes.
"You are not my master... She would never violate her own principles... You are just a demon-possessed monster... You can kill me... but you cannot erase my will!"
"Hahaha... I am a demon-possessed monster... alright... then let me show you what I am capable of, I will make you realize that your will cannot withstand a single blow from me!"
