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“I am sure that that slave is a spy sent by another country to ruin our sacrificial ceremony, Leader Yu, you must not show kindness to her!”
“Did you say that the signs of the heavens were the result of her demonic spells?” Yu Xiao asked in interest.
That was definitely an unusual phenomenon.
Feng Mo’er had always been good at observing facial expressions—she knew that the slave had drawn the attention of everyone, and even Yu Xiao was now curious about her. Thinking quickly, Feng Mo’er smoothly said to Yu Xiao instead, “I believe the signs of the heavens were a warning from God because the slave disrupted the sacrificial ceremony!”
Yu Xiao kept quiet as he continued to fan himself, suspicions and questions arising in his mind.
Were the signs of the heavens merely a warning? The five-colored dharma wheel had flashed across the sky very briefly, but they knew what they saw, or his brother’s carriage would not have shown up at the sacrificial ceremony.
Before Yu Xiao could figure out what was really going on, the curtains of the carriage behind him opened slightly and a small pink petal flew out from it towards the coliseum.
Feng Ruchu stumbled back when the petal landed on her shoulder. She could feel the blood surge through her veins, and there was a metallic taste in her mouth as a trickle of blood dripped from it.
Damn it! Which bastard had attacked her with a concealed weapon?
Fight her face-to-face if they dared!
Feng Ruchu held her shoulder with one hand, looking around sharply.
“Useless,” the person in the carriage remarked monotonously as a subtle floral scent wafted through the area.
Feng Mo’er was overjoyed at the Saint’s words. She was grinning widely as she called out excitedly to the Saint, “Don’t you worry, Your Grace! Mo’er will take care of this slave!”
Feng Mo’er raised her Shuiyun Sword and leaped into the coliseum.
Feng Mo’er had failed to defeat Feng Ruchu with ‘Arrow Meteor Rain’ and ‘Ice Condensation Technique’, but now that both the Saint and Leader Yu were here, she had to prove herself by taking down that slave.
Without a word, Feng Mo’er raised her Watercloud Sword and tried to plunge it into Feng Ruchu’s chest.
Feng Ruchu scoffed silently.
This dumbass was such a drama queen. Was she really going to use physical strength instead of spiritual energy?
Feng Ruchu watched Feng Mo’er calmly, and only when her sword was right in front of her chest did Feng Ruchu step aside to dodge the sharp blade. Right after that, Feng Ruchu swiftly moved behind Feng Mo’er, pulled out the hairpin in her hair, and put it against her throat.
“Thank you for bringing yourself to me, Ms. Feng,” Feng Ruchu sneered mockingly.
“How dare you threaten me, you filthy slave?! I will kill you!” Feng Mo’er shrieked angrily, even though Feng Ruchu had a hairpin against Feng Mo’er’s throat and had caught her hand that was holding her sword.
“Sure, we’ll see who will be killed first,” Feng Ruchu said with a cold smile, bringing the hairpin even closer to Feng Mo’er’s neck.
Feng Mo’er let out a scream when the hairpin sank into her flesh. She turned her head to threaten Feng Ruchu again, and was astonished to see an ugly scar between Feng Ruchu’s eyebrows.