Chapitre 116: His worst moods were always the quiet ones

"What in the world…" Hui Moxiang said in both wonder and fright.

Meanwhile, Liu Sumeng had seen these beings in his previous life already and was not so surprised. And though he masked his terror with collected composure, it was not as if he was unaffected by the Fallen God's presence. 

The Fallen Goddess was uninterested in both the Ivory Sword Saint or Hui Moxiang and stared only at Yuan Xuelan. 

"Watch out, Xuelan." Liu Sumeng said, "Don't let her unnerve you."

Yuan Xuelan did not want to admit to being unnerved, "I'm fine. I can handle this," he said with a grimace. The Fallen Goddess's visage did not change as she raised a hand and held it in front of her chest as though in prayer. 

A shock wave pressed out around her, making the three of them jump up to avoid the crushing force that rippled the stone ground beneath their feet. She took a step, slow but heavy. 

The ground sank beneath her feet, creating a deep impression of her step.