Chapter Twenty-Two: The Master of Drama

So this was his plan all along: to obtain the Divine Annihilation Talisman.

A shadow of gloom clouded the beautiful features of the Nine-tailed Cosmic Spirit.

“What’s wrong? Or do you not have it?”

Feng Shang arched his brow, wondering whether this spirit dared to stake the Divine Talisman. Most likely, that was the most precious treasure in her miniature palace.

The Nine-tailed Cosmic Spirit’s expression darkened, but in the blink of an eye, she recovered her lively, cunning demeanor. With a voice that could melt hearts, she laughed, “Of course I have one. But if we’re going to play this game, the stakes must increase gradually. We can’t start with something so grand. Why don’t you try to snatch the Primordial Seed first?”

“You little fox, are you scared?”

The youth’s displeased, unruly words came again, grating on her nerves. The Nine-tailed Cosmic Spirit clenched her snowy claws, rage surging within her. Old hag, little fox... Did this brat have no manners at all? Speaking with him, she was always on the verge of exploding.

Endure! Hold it in!

If she could endure for now, she’d have her revenge soon enough.

She exhaled a heavy breath, her face stiff, unable even to twitch a muscle. Gritting her teeth, she said, “One bite at a time—let’s proceed step by step. I’ll wager even greater treasures later. But first, show me if you have what it takes.”

“I still think you’re just scared, little fox. Oh well, I’ll humor you for now and play along. But later, you’d better keep you