Xuexue looked down and exclaid, "Oh no, this is bad!"
Long Rui, knowing well, deliberately asked, "Wife, what’s the matter?"
Xuexue said, "Zi Xia and Long Yi are missing."
Long Rui feigned concern as he leaned forward to look down, "Oh dear, they really are gone, where could they have gone?"
Xuexue leaned forward, looking around everywhere, "Yes! How could they disappear in the blink of an eye?"
"Wife, stop looking for them. If they can’t find us, they’ll return on their own."
At that mont, the sound of clashing and fighting ca from the stage, and the two of them glanced over...
They saw that a simple stage had been set up on an open area of the street.
On one side of the stage, several well-dressed people were seated, likely the Manor Master of Lingxiu Mountain Villa.
In the center of the stage, a man and a woman were engaged in an intense fight. They were too far away to see their features, but judging from their attire, they were obviously from wealthy families.
Suddenly, the woman, dressed in short clothes, flipped over and kicked the man off the stage.
The man, under the stage, hugged a leg with both hands and howled in pain, likely with a broken bone.
In order to keep the competition going.
Soon, several thug-like people ca over and carried him away.
The woman on the stage triumphantly placed her hands on her hips and arrogantly shouted to the crowd, "What’s the matter? Has Moli Country run out of real n? Why do all the n fall so easily?"
This woman was, in fact, the main star of today’s martial arts contest, Miss Ling from Lingxiu Mountain Villa.
She had already defeated dozens of n. With victory after victory, she beca sowhat conceited, speaking even more arrogantly.
In the crowd, soone suddenly said, "Miss Ling, don’t be so full of yourself. If you have the guts, go to the Capital and challenge the War Prince. I bet he could flatten you with just one finger."
Upon hearing this, Miss Ling raised her eyebrows, and with great disdain, she replied, "The War Prince may have great martial arts skills, but he’s too ugly. I don’t fancy him."
In the crowd, soone else laughed, "You don’t fancy the Prince? Maybe it’s the Prince who doesn’t fancy you."
As soon as the words were spoken, the onlookers erupted into a fit of laughter.
In their eyes, the War Prince is as revered as a god. Not even Miss Ling’s prowess can tarnish the image of their War God.
Flushed with embarrassnt from the laughter, Miss Ling grew angry out of sha, "Even if you handed that ugly guy to , I wouldn’t want him. Enough talking, anyone who dares, co up here! I won’t just exchange words, I’ll knock you all down!"
Finally, she sneered loudly, "What’s wrong with the n of Moli Country? If they’re not as ugly as the War Prince, they’re as weak as softies. I only need a slight squeeze to break them."
But as everyone was intimidated by Miss Ling’s prowess, no one dared to step forward for a mont.
After all, several dozen n had confidently stepped up to the stage before, only to all end up severely injured and rcilessly thrown off by Miss Ling.
Although they desired to beco Lingxiu Mountain Villa’s son-in-law, they knew their own limitations.
"I’ll do it!"
Suddenly, a man’s voice ca from below the stage.
In the next mont, a man leaped onto the stage.
Miss Ling fixed her gaze on him and saw this man, dressed in a snow-white long robe, with ink-black hair blowing wildly in the breeze, and an exceptionally handso face, adorned with a calm and elegant smile.
She gave a cold, arrogant smile, "Another one coming to die."
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