Mercenary Princess - Chapter 167
Suspicious of her unusual behavior today, he looked up and met her bewildered eyes. With a clatter, the wine cup in her jade hand fell to the ground, followed by another clatter as the wine cup in her iron hand slammed to the ground!
"Where is she?!" With a fierce and bloodthirsty rage, no one doubted that he was the reincarnation of a demon from hell.
Under such intense scrutiny, no one dared to utter a single lie.
Trembling, her pale lips devoid of any color, she said, "Take...my sign...let's go, let's go..."
His knuckles cracked horrifyingly as he stared at the face that was identical to hers. With a fierce tear, a human skin mask fell into his hand.
"Palace Master, spare me..."
"Spare me?" He chuckled sinisterly, grabbing her hair and yanking her up from the ground. His voice was vicious and cruel: "Don't worry, letting you die would be too easy for you."
He turned and shouted towards the door, "Guards! Keep a close eye on this wretch! Don't let her commit suicide. If anything happens to her, you will all have to kill yourselves to atone for your sins!"
On the ground, she, dressed in red, was ashen-faced and limp as a rag doll...
One month later, at the border between the Southern Kingdom and the Eastern Dynasty.
"Left Envoy, are you sure you can really wait for that woman here?"
“Besides seeking refuge with Tuoba Jie, I really don’t know what other choice she could make under the Palace Master’s forceful search, with two defenseless people by her side.”
It seems she really relies on Tuoba Chen!
Realizing this, he felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and a burning desire to kill in order to vent his anger...
When they, covered in dust and grime, finally saw the arrogant man at the border gate, Rongyue realized what a foolish mistake she had made.
As he walked towards them step by step with a sinister smile, Rongyue felt as if she were in an ice cellar, an endless chill washing over her, chilling her to the bone, and her blood seemed to freeze in that instant...
Looking down at the stunned Rongyue, his large hand, filled with inexplicable hatred, gripped her slender shoulder tightly: "You've been playing outside for so long, haven't you had enough fun?"
His eyes narrowed sharply, and three silver needles were held between his fingertips, instantly bursting forth!
Released from his restraints, he took several steps back to the left and right, dodging the silver needles. His blood-red eyes were chillingly cold, and countless beams of light shot towards Rongyue like knives.
"How dare you lay a hand on me?!"
He handed Gouwa to Dongfang Yao, ordering him to stay far away. Suddenly, he pulled out an iron whip from his sleeve, assumed a fighting stance, and glared back defiantly with his almond-shaped eyes, which held a hint of arrogance.
"If you're so capable, beat me! If you lose, I'll go with you!"
"I'm afraid if I make a move, you won't have a chance to live!"
"It's too early to say who will emerge victorious! What do you say, Tuoba Jie?"
Damn woman, he must teach her a lesson today, otherwise, her unruly nature will truly be difficult for him to control!
Volume 3, Looking Back, Feelings Return, Chapter 11, Nearing the End (Part 1)
"Brother Wen, look, there's a fight over there..."
"Don't worry about it! Feuds and vendettas are not within our jurisdiction. We just need to stand guard and turn a blind eye to the rest!"
"Oh." She obediently shut her mouth, but her eyes couldn't help but dart towards the fierce battle in the distance. Looking at that lithe and agile petite figure, she secretly admired her: "These women of the martial world who wield swords and spears are truly extraordinary! They are heroic and spirited, wielding their iron whips with fluid grace, showing no fear of that seven-foot-tall man. They are truly women who are not inferior to men!"
A magnificently decorated luxury carriage sped arrogantly through the city gate, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Stop! Who goes there!" the guard shouted, grabbing his weapon and about to chase after the luxurious carriage that had brazenly entered the city, when a soldier next to him smacked him on the head.
Grinning and covering his head, he complained unhappily, "Brother Wen, why did you hit me?"
"Hitting you is too lenient! Are you missing a corner of your eye or something? You dare to stop Master Chu's car? Do you really have a death wish?"
"Ah? Master Chu's car!"
"Nonsense! If it's not Master Chu's car, is it yours?"
"Thank goodness..." He patted his chest, stealing glances at the carriage that had sped away, secretly relieved...
A flash of light, and the iron whip, nimble yet ruthless, lashed out at the red-robed man, each strike delivered with full force, aimed at his most vulnerable points, showing no mercy. As the whip fell, silver needles, sharp as lightning and gleaming with a deadly whistle, struck with deadly precision, targeting vital points! With the iron whip and silver needles raining down simultaneously, coupled with Rong Yue's agile movements, even the peerless martial artist Tuoba Jie couldn't withstand her attacks. While dodging, he could only secretly search for her weaknesses, hoping to defeat her in one fell swoop…
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" the coachman shouted at the two men locked in a fierce fight, his whip still cracking. Encouraged, the horse spurred itself on and galloped forward with unstoppable momentum…
Both almond-shaped and blood-red eyes were clouded with gloom.
With remarkable tacit understanding, the two simultaneously targeted the horse. The silver needle pierced the horse's neck, and the palm strikes aimed at the horse's face. A shrill wail rang out, which quickly subsided, leaving only the horse's unfocused, wide-open eyes.
Upon closer inspection, one would be astonished to discover that although the horse was standing, it had already died, standing stiffly in place like a stone statue...
After dealing with the horse, the two immediately turned on each other, naturally failing to notice the strange phenomenon over there. Iron whips trembled, palms fanned the air, and the two, unwilling to give in, fought fiercely, neither gaining the upper hand.
A whirlwind swept across Tuoba Jie's arm. Grasping the cold iron whip, she pulled it back, bringing Rongyue and Tuoba Jie within just a few feet of each other.
"Have you run out of silver needles? Woman, it's not too late to bow your head and admit defeat!"
"Ha, bow your head and admit defeat? You're dreaming!"
He raised his leg and attacked his groin with lightning speed.
In a moment of panic, the blow was too late; though it missed a vital spot, it struck the inner thigh, causing a dull ache in a relatively vulnerable part of the body.
Looking at the nonchalant Rongyue, Tuoba Jie blushed slightly, whether out of shame or anger.
That damned woman is so bold, daring to kick a man in there! Absolutely despicable!
His angry gaze swept over in a flash, his lips pursed, and he roared as he unleashed a palm strike against the iron whip that was being swung forward...