Chapter 8: Slay This Vicious Woman on the Spot

Ji Miao'er was merely at the second level of the Spirit Gathering Realm, with a spiritual power value of only twenty-something. Her combat strength was so pathetically weak compared to Su Wanluo that it could be practically ignored; thus, she could not dodge Su Wanluo's hidden weapon at all.

"Ah... my face, it hurts so much..."

Ji Miao'er screamed while clutching her face. With a clatter, something fell from her face. When everyone looked, they discovered it was a rusty nail just over two inches long. Looking back at Ji Miao'er's face, the bloody hole was clearly caused by this nail.

A chill seeped into everyone's backs as they stared at Su Wanluo with terrified eyes. How terrifying. If there were no miraculous pills or medicines, the Consort's face would be ruined just like this. This low-grade bloodline was simply too ruthless.

"Miao'er..."

Yang Haoxuan frowned as he looked at the miserable Ji Miao'er. He leaped up from the ground with a clap of his hands, roaring in rage with his entire body trembling, "Marquis Mansion hidden guards, I, this Heir, command you to execute this vicious woman on the spot!"

As soon as Yang Haoxuan finished speaking, more than forty hidden guards in black clothing immediately flew in from all directions, surrounding Su Wanluo as if she were some peerless monster.

Su Wanluo's expression changed instantly. Although these people were all slightly inferior to Yang Haoxuan, they complemented each other, faintly forming a powerful formation.

Most terrifying of all was that the one suppressing the formation seemed to be their commander, whose cultivation was about to break through to the Profound Heaven Realm. This meant his spiritual power value had reached 99 and could break into triple digits at any moment.

Gritting her teeth, she looked at Yang Haoxuan with a cold and fierce expression. "Yang Haoxuan, I will flatten the Marquis Mansion sooner or later. You'd better keep your neck clean and wait for me to come and take your dog life."

Having said that, she flipped her wrist, holding a silver hairpin that flashed with a cold light, and darted toward the northeast corner. She wanted to break through before the formation could be activated; otherwise, she truly feared she would be stuck here today.

With a flash of her figure, the silver hairpin in her hand acted like a divine weapon, thrusting toward the hidden guard in front of her. The hidden guard was also experienced in combat and dodged with a quick movement.

At that moment, other hidden guards nearby also lunged forward, and a chaotic melee immediately broke out, preventing the formation from being activated for the time being.

Amidst the flashes of blades and shadows, Su Wanluo kicked one guard away. Just as she broke through the defensive line, someone immediately rushed toward her. Gritting her teeth, Su Wanluo intercepted his hand and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying, though the hidden guard's sword remained in her hand.

A long sword in her right hand and a hairpin in her left—the long against the short, the strong against the dangerous—Su Wanluo coordinated the two very well. With weapons that suited her hand, she fought with increasing courage.

The experts of the Marquis Mansion had all been taken away by Marquis Zhen'an to handle affairs, and yet Su Wanluo had appeared out of nowhere. Looking at the deadlocked battle, Yang Haoxuan's expression became dark and inscrutable.

On the other side, Ji Miao'er, who had already applied medicine, glared ferociously at Su Wanluo, whose purple skirt fluttered amidst the melee; her eyes were as vicious as if they were laced with poison.

"Someone, bring me a bow and arrow..."

Servants quickly brought them forward. Ji Miao'er took them, drew the bow, and aimed, a cold smile playing on the corners of her mouth. Su Wanluo, you ruined my face, so I will take your life.

"Don't..."

Yang Haoxuan, who had been closely watching the battle, instinctively roared when he saw Ji Miao'er's movement. Ji Miao'er took the opportunity to release her grip, and the sharp arrow shot toward Su Wanluo with irresistible force.

Su Wanluo's eyes tightened. She had seen Ji Miao'er's movement long ago and cursed the woman inwardly with great intensity.

This disgusting woman actually resorted to such despicable underhanded tactics. Su Wanluo could not express how much she hated her; if she weren't being held back by others, she truly wanted to ruin the other half of that woman's face as well.