Right now, only sending the Raksha Princess into a nightmare would allow her a chance at survival.
“Princess!” The female disciple behind the Raksha Princess yelped. She abruptly drew her sword and slashed at Sikong Fuling, who was on the alert as she produced demonic chants from the Phoenix Nether Demonic Flute she was playing.
Sikong Fuling had overconsumed her mystic energy, so at the moment, she was only hanging in there by willpower as blood trickled from her lips.
When Sikong Fuling saw that she was utterly unable to ward off this sword offensive, she couldn’t help but sigh dejectedly.
She hadn’t expected that this journey to the Mystic Beast Forest would actually be her final journey…
Suddenly, a fair and tender small palm shot out from beside her face. Its delicate fingers were slim, and its luminous wrist was as translucent as the moonlight.
It directly nabbed the Raksha Ghost Sect female disciple’s neck in the midst of her attack.
The slender, small hand exerted force!
*Crack!*
That Raksha Ghost Sect disciple’s eyes bulged in disbelief!
The moment she died, she thought, How was it possible?
That was clearly a female hand, yet it was as durable as jade stone, directly snapping the neck of a level-10 great mystic cultivator!
Sikong Fuling turned her neck around robotically as she gaped in astonishment at the little lady standing behind her.
She wore pale clothes and a frosty expression as she stood amongst the pitch-black undergrowth like a luminous jade sculpture!
*Bang!* The Raksha Princess, who had finally broken through the talisman matrix after flinging out wave after wave of mystic energy, just so happened to witness this scene when she turned her head.
Even with her wide experience, the Raksha Princess couldn’t help the terror sprouting in her heart upon witnessing that expressionless little lady snapping her subordinate’s neck with a single hand.
This kind of terror that weakened her will caused the Raksha Princess to feel terribly upset.
When had she ever been terrified of something?
It was simply laughable that she would feel dread towards such a young and stoic-faced little lady!
“You! Who are you!” The Raksha Princess stared at Qiao Mu sternly as she uncontrollably clenched her fists.
Qiao Mu suddenly moved, flitting straight over for the Raksha Princess to grab her neck.
*Boom!* As the Raksha Princess stepped back, she flung out an expansive mystic energy that struck Qiao Mu’s body.
The defensive barrier activated in an instant!
It withstood the Raksha Princess’s attack without any hesitation.
“Spiritual weapon!” While the Raksha Princess screeched in surprise, all of Qiao Mu’s fingers that were as sturdy as jade stone abruptly pierced toward the back of the Raksha Princess’s head!
This instant, never mind the Raksha Princess, even the spectating Sikong Fuling felt her breathing practically stop!
Too strong!
It had merely been two days since she last saw this little lady, so why did it seem like her cultivation had become a lot more powerful again?
Sikong Fuling simply could not believe her eyes.
The Raksha Princess dived forward in a fluster to evade her grab. However, just as she turned her head back yet before she could speak…
She saw Qiao Mu giving the ground a stomp, and a small pit instantly appeared beneath her foot. Her expression basically didn’t change as her small hand reached out for a grab, ripping off a piece of the Raksha Princess’s strapless dress from her bosom.
Sikong Fuling: …
F*ck! If this imp wasn’t female! She would have thought that this child was a raring lecher!
The face of this princess from the Raksha Ghost Sect had instantly turned green!
She gazed incredulously at this girl before she practically shrieked with a crease in her brows, “You, you are blind?”
