"What are you doing? Let go of me!!!"

Ye Chuxue’s pupils shrank, and her face went white with terror.

She cried out in alarm, but it was not enough to stop Song Wanning’s descending palm.

However, Song Wanning was very precise. She brought the Tai Chi Diagram, thick with power, down upon Ye Chuxue.

The Tai Chi Diagram flew from her palm, completely enveloping Ye Chuxue.

"Ahhh—"

Ye Chuxue felt an agonizing, tearing pain welling up from her Dantian.

Then, she could only watch helplessly as a rift opened in her Dantian and her Spiritual Energy gushed out.

’No—’

’Is Song Wanning trying to cripple me?’

’No, this can’t happen!’

She had cultivated so hard and struggled to achieve what she had. How could she let Song Wanning erase it all so easily?

’This isn’t fair!!’

’It isn’t fair!!!’

"Song Wanning, let me go right now! Let me go!!!"

"I am the Heavenly Dao’s Son! You have to let me go!!"

She shrieked in desperation, her grief-stricken, furious voice ringing out.

Song Wanning, however, just let out a soft hiss.

"Perfect. I can verify whether you truly are the Heavenly Dao’s Son. Hahaha—"

Her laughter was filled with arrogance, laced with thick disdain.

"What kind of Heavenly Dao’s Son ends up in a state as pathetic as yours? Let me tell you, the Heavenly Dao has been growing tired of you for a long time."

"It’s just waiting for the right opportunity, for a more suitable candidate to appear, and the Heavenly Dao will abandon you completely. Because you’re nothing but a useless piece of trash."

"When that time comes, you’ll be just like Bai Yang—cast aside without a second thought, left to die a horrible death."

"Hahaha—"

Song Wanning’s laughter grew even more unhinged.

Ye Chuxue was so consumed by rage that it almost eclipsed the pain wracking her body.

"Impossible! The Heavenly Dao would never abandon me!"

’I’m a transmigrator from another world! None of these people can compare to me. How could the Heavenly Dao possibly abandon me?’

’Song Wanning is just fearmongering!’

Her stubborn expression amused Song Wanning.

"Is that so? Then let’s make a bet. Let’s see if the Heavenly Dao will help you..."

Song Wanning’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes glinting with excitement.

"We’ll just see if the Heavenly Dao helps you or if it just watches as you’re destroyed..."

With that, she increased the output of her Spiritual Power.

In an instant, Ye Chuxue’s Dantian shattered completely. Countless streams of Spiritual Power erupted from it, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"SPURT—"

She immediately went limp, all the strength drained from her body. She collapsed into Song Wanning’s grasp like a rag doll.

Song Wanning tossed her aside and wiped her hands in disgust.

Looking at Ye Chuxue lying on the ground like a stray dog, the curve of her lips slowly widened.

"I won."

The two simple words shattered Ye Chuxue’s last defense.

Her Dantian was shattered, her Cultivation destroyed, yet the Heavenly Dao hadn’t helped her. It had simply watched as she was reduced to a cripple.

’What kind of Heavenly Dao’s Son was this?’

’Have I really been abandoned?’

Instantly, fear swept through her heart.

All this time, her status as a transmigrator had been her greatest support and the source of her confidence.

She had always believed her luck was astounding, her status special, that she was shrouded in the halo of a protagonist.

That was why, even when being endlessly hunted, she had been filled with infinite hope.

She believed that one day she would grow stronger, make a powerful comeback, and put everyone in their place.

But now, she was wavering.

The faith she had held in her heart was shaken, on the verge of collapsing entirely.

At the same time, an uncontrollable wave of resentment rose from the depths of her soul.

’Why would the Heavenly Dao abandon me?’

’If it brought me here, why would it hurt me like this?’

A faint hatred surfaced in her heart. Ye Chuxue’s animosity now extended even to the Heavenly Dao.

Seeing the shifting expressions on her face, the amusement in Song Wanning’s eyes deepened.

’Sowing discord... I’m pretty good at it, too.’

Ye Chuxue didn’t understand. Although the Heavenly Dao could decide many things, it couldn’t intervene in everything. Otherwise, the world would descend into chaos.

It, too, had its own Heavenly Dao Rules to follow.

Therefore, as long as a life wasn’t at stake, the Heavenly Dao would not intervene to stop it.

Besides, even if Ye Chuxue was crippled, as long as her luck remained, she would soon find an opportunity to recover.

At this thought, Song Wanning’s mood soured, and all traces of her earlier glee vanished.

But she quickly adjusted her mindset. ’Although I haven’t fully succeeded yet, things are moving in the right direction, step by step, aren’t they?’

’Haste makes waste.’

’I can’t let my mind fall into disarray.’

Song Wanning walked over to the grief-stricken and furious Ye Chuxue, raised her foot, and stomped down.

The moment the hard sole of the boot pressed into her face, Ye Chuxue’s mind went blank.

What followed was a scream of such fury that it bordered on madness.

Her eyes flew wide, unable to believe that Song Wanning dared to stomp on her.

’This is worse than just killing me!!!!’

Ye Chuxue trembled with rage, her eyes glowing red.

In both her past life and this one, she had always been an incredibly proud person. She would never allow her dignity to be trampled underfoot.

But now, with a boot on her face, all she could do was scream. She couldn’t even fight back.

She had never felt so helpless.

In her extreme shock and fury, Ye Chuxue paradoxically grew calm.

"If—you have—the guts—then just kill me, ugh—"

Another mouthful of blood welled up. She felt an intense pain in her Dantian, and the veins at her temples throbbed, spasming uncontrollably.

Song Wanning ground the foot on Ye Chuxue’s face, pressing down hard.

In the next instant, her once-flawless skin broke.

Blood flowed freely down her cheek, a ghastly sight.

Song Wanning looked down and met a pair of savage eyes.

She suddenly smirked and crouched down.

"I’ve said it before, I find these eyes of yours to be quite an eyesore."

As she spoke, her hand reached for Ye Chuxue’s eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Ye Chuxue shuddered violently. Her eyelids twitched uncontrollably as her gaze toward Song Wanning filled with mounting terror.

’This madwoman... she wouldn’t...’

A pair of ice-cold hands covered her eyes.

The next instant, a piercing, heart-drilling agony swept over her.

"AHHHHHH—"

Ye Chuxue could no longer hold back and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Her entire body trembled, but she was pinned firmly by Song Wanning’s foot, unable to move.

Her helpless, tragic cries echoed through the valley, lingering for a long time.

But Song Wanning seemed not to hear, instead savoring the sight of her victim’s suffering.

She clicked her tongue, and an inscrutable, dark light flashed in her eyes.

A moment later, her cutting words followed, "It seems the eyeballs of the Heavenly Dao’s Son are no different from an ordinary person’s. How disappointing."

Then, she squeezed the eyeball in her hand, crushing it.

With a flick of her hand, a pulpy mess flew into the air and was carried away by the wind.

Song Wanning lowered her head again, her gaze meeting Ye Chuxue’s remaining eye.

That cold, sinister gaze terrified the screaming Ye Chuxue into a sudden, violent shiver.