Chapter 1142: The Giant Pot That Descended From the Sky II

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With a bright smile on her face, Qing Han rested her chin in her hands as she said with a soft and lovely voice.

"Father is angry. These bad guys are going to die!"

'Pfft! These bad guys have bullied my mother and impersonated the Ninth Emperor. Were it not for the biggest villain who seemed to be quite powerful and the fact that I am no match for him, I would have swallowed him in one bite.

"Advanced... Holy Warrior tier?"

Fu Yu's face changed. He had been working so hard for years only to attain Lower Holy Warrior tier, but this man was actually more powerful than him?

For the first time, Fu Yu was so regretful. If he had known earlier that Nan Xian was so strong, he would never have stopped his daughter from hitting on Nan Xian and he would have paid no heed to the Old General Murong's favor. However, there was no point in crying over spilled milk.

It was because Fu Yu did not know anything, he had missed this opportunity.

Even if Fu Yu felt extremely remorseful, there was nothing that he could do. He could not help gritting his teeth with a grave look in his eyes.

Just as Fu Qingjiu got out of the giant pit, a gust of ferocious wind blew. Once again, she was carried away by the wind, swirling high in the air, before falling to the ground.

Now, there was another giant pit next to the giant pit just now...

This time, Fu Qingjiu was completely exhausted. Her body moved only slightly, she did not even have the strength to climb out of the giant pit.

Nan Xian's expression seemed better when Fu Qingjiu was not in sight. After all, seeing an annoying lady really spoilt his mood to go on a killing spree.

Nan Xian would deal with Fu Qingjiu after he had gotten rid of Fu Yu.

Seeing Nan Xian's gaze on him once again, Fu Yu tightened his grip on the sword. The last few guards behind him rushed forward. Before they could reach Nan Xian, countless icicles appeared and swept over the guards.

Before everyone could see what had actually happened, the guards were lying in pools of blood, their bodies covered with cut marks.

Seeing this, the children of the officials were terrified.

When Feng Ruqing's spirit beasts crushed the guards in the palace, they were not in the slightest bit scared.

Similarly, when the spirit beasts in the palace betrayed them, they did not panic.

However, seeing all the guards die inexplicably without Nan Xian even lifting his hand, everyone's heart shuddered as if a stream of cold spring water had seeped through their bodies, it was bone piercing cold. Everyone huddled up, hoping that no one could see them.

Even Lin Yun who had always been haughty sank into silence.

Nan Xian walked up to Fu Yu.

Every step he took was felt in Fu Yu's heart, heavy and pounding.

Clank!

The long sword in Fu Yu's grip fell to the ground, letting out a crisp sound.

With a downcast spirit, he had lost the imposing vigor just now. Apparently, he had lost the battle before it had even started.

A battle between an Advanced Holy Warrior and a Lower Holy Warrior... Fu Yu was no doubt kicking against the pricks, a hopeless battle indeed.

Fu Yu let out a boisterous laugh. Even if he lost the battle, he would never bow his head to these people.

"Feng Ruqing, Nan Xian has been staying here for months. My daughter is so in love with him. Do you really think that... they have never slept together?

"Haha! My daughter has slept with him! There's nothing you can do about it." The corner of Fu Yu's lips curved into a sinister sneer as he stared at Feng Ruqing.

'This lady is so haughty. She would surely never share her husband with any other lady.'

Even if they wiped out the entire kingdom, Fu Yu would not go easy on them. He would sow discord between Feng Ruqing and Nan Xian and tied a knot in their minds, a knot that could never be undone for the rest of their lives.