At this moment, the Princess Shen Can had transformed into a plump golden Divine Silkworm, her big eyes full of fear, struggling incessantly within Jun Xiaoyao's grasp.
"Jun Xiaoyao, let go of this Princess!"
Though the golden Divine Silkworm couldn't speak, it could release Divine Thought.
Witnessing the Princess Shen Can, revered by many as a goddess and famed on the Ancient Road, reduced to her original form and toyed with by Jun Xiaoyao, the emotions of all the Celestial Pride present were incredibly complex.
Being in such a predicament isn't just being miserable.
This was truly being played with in the palm, not just a metaphor.
"Let you go? After pushing Sister Shengyi to such a miserable state, do you still expect forgiveness?" Jun Xiaoyao chuckled.
When he smiled, it usually spelled trouble for his enemies.
