That child, amidst this bitter winter, wore only a thin, long garment. Originally pure white, the shirt was now stained crimson by endless streams of water.,No one would care, Ye Qingtang, whether she lived or died.,In the moment everyone rushed towards Ye Qingtang, Ye Qingtang suddenly raised her hand and clenched her five fingers tightly against her own skin. With a sharp crack, she shattered the Demonic Emperor's Heart that everyone craved.。