Well, well… Looks like everyone wanted her dead!
All because she was mentally retarded, her spiritual roots were depleted, and she had a hideous scar.
They unscrupulously bullied her, insulted her, framed her, and even tried to kill her…
The golden orb was thrown viciously at Feng Ruchu, but with her agility, she moved aside and narrowly dodged the attack.
The golden orb blew up the ground behind her, creating a massive crater.
Seeing that he had missed, Nangong Yan used his second killer move, casting a golden dragon which breathed fire out of his palm.
“The Buster Dragon!” Feng Mo’er shouted excitedly.
The Buster Dragon was Nangong Yan’s signature move. The dragon that he cast would lock onto a target and not let go until it was torn into pieces.
Feng Ruchu was surely dead this time.
With the agility and combat skills that Feng Ruchu had learned when she was a child, she had defeated the spiritual beast and escaped death. However, she couldn’t seem to lose this golden dragon that was chasing her like a hungry dog going after a bone.
Feng Ruchu had been jumping all around the hall using the skills that she had learned only to find the golden dragon still breathing fire right behind her.
When Feng Ruchu finally got the chance, she rolled out from behind one of the pillars in the hall and quickly got up to rush out of the hall.
At the same time, the dragon let out a roar and charged at Feng Ruchu, shooting fireballs out of its golden mouth.
The dragon’s attack was swift and vicious. Stunned by the heat and glare of the fire balls, Feng Ruchu stumbled briefly and a fireball hit her in the chest.
It started with one fireball, and was quickly followed by countless fireballs.
Before Feng Ruchu was drowned in them, a single petal that was floating in the air entered the dragon’s mouth. The dragon yelped in pain and started to flail wildly before it finally disappeared. When the dragon disappeared into thin air, the fireballs that were about to hit Feng Ruchu also disappeared.
A subtle floral fragrance instantly filled the hall.
Feng Ruchu looked bedraggled from being chased and attacked by the golden dragon. She felt pain in her lower jaw suddenly as if someone was gripping her chin, and a small pill was tossed into her mouth where it quickly dissolved.
“How dare you, Feng Ruchu?” A cold voice echoed in the hall contemptuously. Not long after, a fairy-like figure appeared in the hall.
He was still in his white attire which glowed like moonlight.
The only difference was that instead of a veil, the man was wearing a half-mask that covered the upper part of his face. Compared to the elegant image he gave off at the sacrificial site that day, he looked mysterious and untouchable this time.
With just one wave of his arm, Mo Qing put a green silk dress on Feng Ruchu and watched as she stared at him with her dirty face and wide eyes.
She was confused. What did she do?
“You soiled the clothes that I bestowed upon you,” said Mo Qing icily.
Though Mo Qing sounded like he was blaming Feng Ruchu, another wave of his hand cured the blisters that she got from the fireballs and soothed the burning sensation on her face.
“Your Grace!” All the officials in the hall got on their knees to greet the Saint, while the emperor and the crown prince bowed respectfully.