Sikong Fuling swiftly leapt up into the air with the force from her punch. Grabbing hold of the ancient tree’s branch above her head, she flipped up onto the branch.
Her charming eyes gazed chillingly at the two females that sauntered out from the pitch-black forest.
The female lead had been dolled up in an exceptionally bewitching fashion. A purple eyeshadow, probably made from a special flower extract, accentuated the area around her eyes, embellishing her small, beautiful face even more garishly.
Her long, purple, strapless dress grazed the ground, outlining her lithe body figure just perfectly.
Although she was a beauty, her indiscriminate attack showed that she wasn’t right in the head.
Sikong Fuling glanced coldly at the attacker. “Who are you?”
She didn’t look like the princess of a kingdom!
Which princess dressed up so seductively like a temptress from a courtesan house?
“Audacious! You dare be so rude in front our Raksha Princess? Hurry up and kowtow to our princess to apologize!”
Giving a jolt, Sikong Fuling turned to look at the Raksha Princess in disbelief. “You? You are the Raksha Princess of the Raksha Ghost Sect?”
The Raksha Princess smiled at her enchantingly, yet there was no mirth in her eyes.
“Have you seen an even more beautiful and alluring princess than me?” Upon speaking, the Raksha Princess put her narcissism on full display.
Although Sikong Fuling felt that she herself was also very pretty, she definitely wouldn’t shamelessly sing her own praises in such a smug fashion as her first words to a stranger.
Therefore, she just chortled dryly, her laughter filled with ridicule and disdain.
Subsequently, the female disciple behind the Raksha Princess bristled in anger with a jump. “Princess, she is jeering at you!”
The Raksha Princess’s artificial smile jerked twice before she flitted toward Sikong Fuling like a bolt of lightning. “You don’t need to remind me. This princess is not blind and can naturally tell.”
“Sikong Fuling, you die today!”
Sikong Fuling couldn’t help but flare up in rage as she attacked the Raksha Princess’s bosom with her palm. “You old witch! There has always been no grudge nor association between my Demonic Cult and your Raksha Ghost Sect, so why are you suddenly attacking me?”
“Humph! Little b*tch, you will certainly be disposed of today, so say no more!” The Raksha Princess blinked her pretty eyes, directly reaching out to grab Sikong Fuling’s head.
However, Sikong Fuling countered the Raksha Princess’s right grab with a palm strike, subsequently causing her to stagger a good distance backwards. Her complexion paled as she forcefully swallowed down the blood about to flow out from her mouth.
D*mnit, what cultivation was this Raksha Princess at to actually be stronger than her?
“Ha ha, even a measly level-12 mystic cultivator dares to throw her weight around in front of this princess.” The Raksha Princess’s pretty eyes turned frosty as she stared at Sikong Fuling like a venomous snake. As she pressed down her palms, a ball of concentrated mystic energy light rose up.
“Today, you can have a taste of inviolable strength! Hahahaha!” After cackling happily, the Raksha Princess was in an extremely pleased mood when she thought of how she could soon reclaim her Brother Cult Master’s heart after disposing of this little witch today.
Sikong Fuling had truly gotten shot even when lying down!
How would she have known that this crazy princess was causing her trouble because the other party was infatuated with her cult master? And mistakenly believed that the cult master wasn’t willing to accept her feelings because he had the Saint of the Demonic Cult in his heart…
If she were to know the truth, she would absolutely tell this Raksha Princess: ‘Big Sis! I beg of you, you really have got the wrong person! After being around the cult master for so many years, there are only fraternal feelings between us, and none of romantic love!’
