The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-1682

"Xiu, kill him." Shen Yanxiao didn’t want to talk with such scum anymore.

"Every man for himself, and the devil takes the hindmost! What's wrong with me doing this?! What's wrong with me doing this?!” The master of the Broken Star Palace had gone mad. He desperately released all his powers and held up his staff in an attempt to give Shen Yanxiao a huge blow.

But before he could gather his strength on the staff, an ice-cold palm covered his head.

Xiu's figure had come behind him, and his head was clasped in Xiu's hand.

"You shouldn't have survived the war between gods and devils." One cold voice ended everything. At the moment the voice fell to the ground, the five fingers of Xiu suddenly closed.

The head of the Broken Star Palace master exploded between his five fingers.

There was no room for struggle. The scum, who had lived for thousands of years, finally died under the hands of a god.

No one would remember his name, and no one would be grateful for his efforts in the battle between gods and devils.

He might have contributed to the people in that war, but after that, he had done much more evil than his contribution accounted for.

Shen Yanxiao took a deep breath and remembered Xiu's words: that human beings were the most complex of the eight major races, and that the hearts of humans would never be satisfied.

Under great desire, the kindness and justice would turn into evil.

She didn’t want to be that kind of person.

The death of the master of the Broken Star Palace calmed down the members that paid allegiance to Shen Yanxiao.

They looked at the picture of their former leader's death, and their hearts felt extremely complicated.

It was freedom and fear.

Finally, they broke free from the shackles and gained freedom.

But at the same time, they were also shaken by the strength of the god.

A simple blow made a Divine Magister fall in an instant.

As long as The Rising Sun City had Xiu, these people would never dare to mess about under Shen Yanxiao's command.

Xiu was Shen Yanxiao's greatest trump card and eternal backing.

"It's over." Qi Xia sighed at the fact that they had achieved more than expected in this expedition.

"The Broken Star Palaces is... really gone? " Tang Nazhi was somewhat having a hard time believing all this.

The Broken Star Palace that once made all the four countries subservient had now really perished?

Right in front of him?

"The Broken Star Palace is still there." Shen Yanxiao abruptly said.

"What?"

"The Broken Star Palace will not disappear; it is a symbol of the human spirit. But from today onwards, it will become a real hall of heroes." Shen Yanxiao turned her head to Tang Nazhi with a slight smile on her lips.

She would take over the Broken Star Palace, not destroy it.

Reshuffle the cards, get rid of the dirty ones, and retain the true beliefs of human beings.

Xiu, who was covered with golden light, moved toward Shen Yanxiao from midair. There was no trace of blood on his palm. It was as if he had not gripped the head of the palace master to death.

"Good, it doesn’t smell bloody." Shen Yanxiao walked up to Xiu, pulled up his hand and gently rubbed it against the tip of her nose.

Xiu's eyes were full of tenderness. He reached out his other hand and held Shen Yanxiao in his arms. He bent down and put his head in the crook of Shen Yanxiao's neck.

"I need a rest."

In order to achieve a shocking effect, every shot was a fatal blow; this seemed to be simple, yet it consumed tremendous strength. Doing it two times in succession, his accumulated strength had been depleted a lot.

It was just, no one knew all of this except Shen Yanxiao.

"Leave the rest to me; you’ve worked hard." Shen Yanxiao slightly turned her face aside, and planted a kiss on Xiu’s cheek.