2972 Scorpion Queen
Madam Guo’an, typically a person of timidity, found herself consumed by anger on this particular day, her fury driving her to the brink of a falling-out with Qiao Mu. With the secret guard’s reminder, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret.
Fiercely, she pivoted to face the secret guard and shouted in frustration, “Are you incapable of heeding my orders?”
A veiled threat lurked behind her intense and malevolent gaze. Their very lives were under her control.
It was essential to remember that, when they had become secret guards, they had willingly surrendered a fragment of their souls to her. This irrevocably bound them to her, regardless of any future achievements, even if they ascended to the divine realm or transcendent divine realm. They remained, and would forever be, Madam Guo’an’s subservient slaves.
She possessed the power to dictate their lives. If she chose for them to live, they would live, and if she decreed their demise, they would die. This was not a matter to be taken lightly.
Though the secret guard’s face was hidden, his body tensed ever so slightly.
Madam Guo’an smirked triumphantly. “Aren’t you going to act?”
The five covert guards, simultaneously surrounding Qiao Mu, clenched their teeth, bound by their orders. They converged on her, each summoning a formidable spiritual beast to assail her, affording her no room for explanation.
Qiao Mu maintained a calm expression, free of anger. These agents were merely fulfilling their allegiance to their respective masters. Since they had chosen to confront her, she was under no obligation to show them mercy.
Since they stood on opposing sides, the outcome was stark: either you would meet your downfall, or you would meet your demise!
Qiao Mu fixed an icy glare on the secret guards charging at her, accompanied by their spiritual beasts.
In a low murmur, she uttered, “Sha sha.”
The earth beneath her feet surged, causing the previously brick-covered ground to bulge and contort. A colossal pincer abruptly thrust out from the ground, snapping the neck of one of the spiritual beasts with a resounding crack.
The secret guard, deeply connected to this particular spiritual beast, was bewildered and experienced an intense pain in his consciousness pool. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his complexion paling.
The onlookers were left in awe. What kind of entity could dispatch a spiritual beast the moment it materialized, and with such formidable combat prowess?
A colossal sand scorpion emerged from beneath the shifting soil and rubble, its pincers poised to strike the limbs of another spiritual beast nearby. The spiritual beast, clearly overwhelmed by its presence, scurried away from the courtyard, hooves clattering.
Qiao Mu cast a frigid look at the individuals before her and gave a slight, knowing smirk. A rustling sound emanated from all directions, sending a foreboding shiver down the spine of everyone present.
“What’s happening?” Madam Guo’an, in her alarm, gripped tightly onto the man’s arm at her side.
“Scorpions, scorpions! There are scorpions everywhere!” One of the secret guards, succumbing to panic, yelled with wide-eyed terror.
Madam Guo’an turned to survey the scene and felt goosebumps rise on her skin, her scalp tingling with unease. An uncountable horde of sand scorpions were emerging from all directions, each the size of an adult’s fist.
What if these scorpions could not differentiate between enemy allies…
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