The trio stood in a standstill for a moment, but Fang Jinyao knew the battle was unavoidable. She was smart, and she understood that these two would never let her go. Trying to reason with them was pointless—she could see the malice radiating from their eyes, a deadly aura that washed over her like a suffocating wave. Her hair stood on end as the killing intent crept closer, making every instinct in her body scream to prepare for what was coming.
"After we deal with you, we’ll find the brat and personally thank him for destroying the branch clan. The patriarch himself invited him to join our main clan as the reward. Can you imagine that? You damned half-blood," the man spoke again, his voice thick with venom. A dangerous madness flickered in his pink eyes, eyes that were as rare as phoenix feathers, their unusual glow giving him an almost otherworldly appearance.
Fang Jinyao’s anger simmered beneath the surface, and a cold smile curled on her lips as she readied herself. These two were about to regret underestimating her.
"If you want to fight me, then come. I’m not afraid of you. And don’t call the love of my life a brat—he can be as manly as he wishes when the time calls for it," Fang Jinyao said, her words slipping out before she could fully think them through. Perhaps it was something a young lady shouldn’t be saying so openly, but the words came from the heart, and the meaning lingered in the air, making both the man and woman pause for a moment. The woman blinked, her confusion turning to a slight blush as the implications of the words sunk in, while the man remained stoic, his expression unchanging.
"Useless chatter, now die!" the man growled, his patience worn thin. With a swift motion, he unsheathed a multicolored fan, its feathers shimmering with iridescence, a sight that was as beautiful as it was deadly. A pink mist began to leak from his body, swirling around him like a thick fog. If one looked closely enough, they would notice the pink in his eyes had dimmed, the energy within him shifting.
With a flourish of his fan, he danced gracefully, sending the mist toward Fang Jinyao. The air itself seemed to thicken, the ominous, almost suffocating pressure of his power pushing forward with every movement.
Fang Jinyao braced herself, summoning a golden energy shield around her, but to her shock, the pink mist easily seeped through her defenses. Her breath grew shallow, and a heavy, suffocating sensation settled over her chest. Her muscles felt sluggish, as if the poison was seeping into her very bloodstream, constricting her body and hindering her movements. Poison! The realization hit her like a jolt of lightning.
As she struggled to fight the growing heaviness in her limbs, she glanced at the man, who stood calmly, fanning the poisonous mist in her direction with a nonchalant expression. His movement was deliberate, calculating. But it wasn’t just him she needed to worry about.
The woman at his side moved like a shadow, swift and silent. Before Fang Jinyao could react, the woman drew her sword, the blade glinting in the light as she swung it at Fang Jinyao’s throat with lethal precision. The strike was meant to sever her head in one clean sweep, a deadly move that left no room for error.
Fang Jinyao’s eyes narrowed in response. Despite the poison slowing her down, she refused to be caught off guard. The battle was far from over.
Despite the sudden exhaustion weighing down on her, Fang Jinyao was no mere brat who could be easily overwhelmed. With a swift, graceful motion, she dropped to the ground, narrowly dodging the woman’s lethal slash. Her knees bent fluidly, and with a surge of spiritual energy, her palms glowed a brilliant gold, like the radiant essence of a queen from a forgotten empire. Using her momentum, she pushed the woman away with a force that was more than just physical—it was the overwhelming power of someone who had fought and survived far worse than this. Enjoy more content from freewebnovel
The woman staggered back, her eyes widening in surprise, before a violent cough of blood erupted from her mouth. The impact had sent a shock through her, and the difference in cultivation was glaring. Despite the poison slowing Fang Jinyao’s movements, she was still much faster and more powerful. The woman was no match for her, and it showed.
The man’s eyes narrowed in frustration. He had underestimated her. His usual poison attack was more than enough to cripple someone of her level, but this woman—this empress in front of him—had endured it. She wasn’t just any cultivator; she was something more, something rare. That golden energy surrounding her was unlike anything he had ever encountered, and it sparked a brief moment of doubt within him. He considered retreating, but the fear was more than just her strength—it was the aura she radiated, a sense of unyielding power that made him hesitate.
Without a moment’s hesitation, the man released a thick cloud of pink mist into the air. This time, however, the mist wasn’t poisonous. Instead, it was a diversion—a trick he had used countless times before. The subtle hint of poison was enough to make most enemies retreat in fear. It worked every time. And now, it would work again.
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The moment the mist spread, the man watched intently, knowing his enemy would most likely assume it was poison, just like before. And just like before, they would retreat—he was sure of it.
Watching the massive cloud of pink mist escape the man, Fang Jinyao didn’t hesitate to shield herself. She had learned from her previous experience not to take any chances. Pushing her power to the maximum, she moved with practiced precision, her hands slicing through the air with such force that it created a wind pressure strong enough to scatter the mist. It was a technique only someone skilled in martial arts could execute, and she did it flawlessly. The mist swirled and dissipated, leaving nothing behind but the lingering scent of poison.
However, as the last trace of the mist disappeared, Fang Jinyao’s sharp eyes scanned the area—and the man was gone.