2952 Emperor Shadow Guard
The enormous black axe descended upon Su Xihua’s head with earth-shattering force.
Spectators recoiled and even shut their eyes, with the more timid individuals raising their hands to shield their faces.
In the blink of an eye, Su Xihua staggered back several steps, hastily retrieving defensive spiritual tools from his inner realm and hastily donning them.
Su Xihua believed it was impossible for him to withstand the axe’s colossal might.
“Ah Hua!” Mo Xikang’s dilated pupils contracted as he cried out in alarm. He swayed forward, ready to intervene, but Crown Prince Mo extended an arm to halt him.
“Brother Zheng Prince, it’s best not to act hastily,” Mo Lian remarked coolly. “If you’re in the mood for a confrontation, I’d be happy to spar with you.”
In other words, he would never permit Zheng Prince to meddle in this matter.
Apart from Qiao Mu, Mo Lian was also repulsed by the behavior of calling for assistance when it was clear that one couldn’t secure a victory.
Everything had unfolded because he couldn’t defeat his Qiaoqiao. He persistently feigned victimhood despite being the instigator.
If he hadn’t incited trouble, none of this would have transpired.
Mo Lian was confident that Qiaoqiao wouldn’t senselessly pick a fight and clash with him for no reason.
In all likelihood, the vast majority of those who had a significant conflict with Qiaoqiao had brought it upon themselves.
Mo Xikang glared at Mo Lian, a glint of anger in his eyes, and said, “Your Highness, the Crown Prince…”
“Brother Zheng Prince, there’s no need for further discussion,” Mo Lian retorted, her eyes like ice. She sneered, “How can you not know who’s responsible for today’s incident?”
If they chose to provoke trouble, they’d have to face the consequences. Did they truly believe that this couple was an easy target to mess with?
“But,” Mo Xikang began, his words interrupted by the swift descent of the little stoic’s axe.
The massive black axe collided with Su Xihua’s defensive barriers, shattering them with a resounding “crack.”
In an instant, onlookers witnessed the little stoic breaching Su Xihua’s defenses with ease, akin to a hot knife slicing through butter.
The sound of cracking, like firecrackers echoing, emanated successively from Su Xihua’s body.
Ultimately, he spewed forth a mouthful of blood and stumbled back over ten steps, collapsing to the ground. He hung his head in a mix of despair and horror as he gazed at Qiao Mu.
“Mercy!” Mo Xikang cried out in impatience and fury, leaping in front of Su Xihua to shield him from the stoic’s blade.
“Kill him!” Mo Lian’s eyes grew frigid, and it seemed as if she muttered quietly to the air.
Yet the moment the order was issued, four lightning-fast shadows materialized around the little stoic. They swiftly bypassed Mo Xikang’s form and leaped toward Su Xihua.
Four blades simultaneously descended on Su Xihua without a hint of hesitation.
Emperor’s Shadow Guard?
The most elite clandestine unit of the Youting Guards?
Mo Xikang’s pupils contracted rapidly. At the critical juncture, he inexplicably drew strength from some source, and a potent surge of divine energy erupted from his entire being, successfully parrying the simultaneous assaults from the four individuals.
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