Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Feng Jiu smiled, her gaze skimmed over those men. "Good. If this Princess can't beat you, I will admit defeat. But you should also be careful."
Her figure swept past in an instant and her palm attacked a Prince in front of her. So fast that the Prince was punched in the eye before he could evade it.
The Prince gasped. He retreated after being hit by the fist. The pain made him unable to open his eyes. He only felt a burst of burning pain.
"What a quick move! We're not going to be easy on you either!"
Someone's voice rang out. A few figures instantly attacked Feng Jiu from all sides. It was totally malicious, without leaving any room to manoeuvre. They just wanted to teach this arrogant Phoenix Empire's Princess a lesson!
However, when she saw them making their moves, Feng Jiu smiled and mobilized the mystical energy in her body. Her speed was several times faster than before. The white figure passed among several people and the sound of falling fists was heard along with a cry of pain.
Hearing the cry of pain from the stage, the guards in the training ground quietly turned their heads and looked up. When they saw the eight people on stage besieging their Princess, they shook their heads inwardly.
That was the Phoenix Empire's Royal Princess, the mistress of the Feng guards. Not to mention that only eight men put up a siege. They had seen more than a dozen men besiege her yet they could not hurt their mistress.
Those few Princes were so bold that they wanted to act against their mistress without inquiring about her. They really needed a good spanking.
Looking at the scene on the stage, the Little Fire Phoenix fished out a piece of ginseng from his bosom. He took a bite and asked, "Do you think they will get skinned?"
Leng Shuang nodded, looking at him. "Not dead, yet getting skinned."
If they hadn't come to attend the Old Patriarch's wedding, it would have been enough for them to die a hundred times when they dared to stare at the Mistress with such bold eyes.
"Mm, I think so, too. Moreover, they were beaten for nothing." The little fellow nodded and looked at them sympathetically, feeling that they were so stupid that he could hardly speak.
Could such a person be a Prince of a country? Obviously, it was impossible for their country to grow any further.
The two looked down, but in half the time it took an incense to burn, they saw a few people had bloody noses and swollen faces. When a person started to shout out, "I", he was beaten up and flew out before he was able to admit defeat.
With a groan of pain, that Prince covered the corner of his mouth. He stared with fear at Feng Jiu's innocent face. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. He looked at the people around him. Their faces were beaten black and blue, their eyes were covered with bruises, and some retreated to one side with their stomachs in pain after getting kicked.
Seeing this scene, the Prince swallowed his saliva and stretched out his hand. "I admit... defeat... mmph!"
After speaking these words, he got kicked off the stage and immediately fainted. Each of the people on the stage was extremely embarrassed. They wanted to admit defeat. But when they saw this scene, each of them joined together to concentrate their mystical energy.