The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 1077

Chapter 1077: Chapter 832: The Head of the Twenty-Two Sages, World!_2

This can’t go on any longer.

Who knows if, at the critical moment, the Wheel of Destiny might find some new way to turn the tide.

"Alright, very good." Yue Fuyi nodded, "In that case, let me show you how I’ll destroy what you wish to protect in this world."

She stopped targeting Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen, and changed her attack towards the residents of the City of the World with the Judgement in her grasp.

"Swoosh!"

Another slash descended.

Ying Zijin’s body trembled, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

But she did not pause, once again blocking Yue Fuyi’s path.

She used her own body to forcefully block the Judgement.

"Ah Ying!" Qin Lingyu was anxious, "Ah Ying!"

With the current abilities of Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen, they could easily leave.

But they didn’t.

They were using their lives to prevent Yue Fuyi from trampling the land they loved.

Di Wu Yue also saw this, her eyes reddening.

"Master told me not to divine for her." After a moment, she lowered her head, "But it’s a crisis now, even if it breaks master’s command, I must do it."

She hesitated not, immediately setting up an Eight Trigrams Array to find where Ying Zijin’s heart lay.

However, only just as it started.

"Pfft—"

Di Wu Yue spat out a mouthful of blood.

Her internal organs twisted together, causing excruciating pain.

Spoiled since childhood, and having only learned divination under Ying Zijin’s care in recent years, she had never experienced such pain before.

No wonder the diviner in the Imperial Capital fainted just by divining Ying Zijin’s name back then.

Xize’s expression changed as he saw the brilliant red blood: "Third-class cripple, what are you doing?"

"I can do it." Di Wu Yue ignored him, biting her fingertip, "I will find it out!"

She continued to chant, her voice trembling: "Qian for Heaven, Kun for Earth, Zhen for Thunder, Xun for Wind, Kan for Water, Li for Fire, Gen for Mountain, Dui for Lake."

Blood dripped from her fingertip, falling into the Eight Trigrams Map on the ground.

It was a shocking sight.

"Yueyue, stop divining." Ling Mianxi grasped Di Wu Yue’s hand, agitated, "You’ll die if this continues!"

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