Translator: Paperplane, Zenobys
Han Moze’s mood instantly went from worse to better, as he couldn’t help but smile seductively.
Liu Rushuang seemed suddenly dumbstruck. Those thick sharp brows, deep slender eyes like colored glass; that tall nose bridge and good-looking thin lips. Most importantly, that extremely sexy and dashing smile. Liu Rushuang gulped involuntarily. There was no man more handsome than Ze.
Han Moze kissed Liu Rushuang deeply on her red lips.
Liu Rushuang tightly embraced Han Moze with a satisfied smile on her face.
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There were dozens of influential major religions, factions, houses, valleys, villas, clans, sects, and temples in the pugilist world who all headed to White Cloud City for a gathering.
They were going to reach the White Cloud City in two to three days. Liu Rushuang looked at the people in different outfits out the carriage window and smiled. “Ze, there are increasingly more people on the road.”
Han Moze flashed a slight smile.
All of a sudden, the road was blocked by two feuding sects.
“My brother, men from the Wind and Thunder Sect and the Tiger Whistle Sect started to fight. Shall we stop and wait for them to fight before heading straight out?” Lian Jiuhua asked who rode side by side the carriage.
“What do you think Shuang’er?” Han Moze asked Liu Rushuang straight away.
Liu Rushuang popped her head out of the carriage and smiled. ” Let’s wait a while. I hear that the Wind and Thunder Sect and the Tiger Whistle Sect are among the top ten powerful players in the pugilist world. Their fight would definitely be exciting to watch.”
Han Moze helplessly shook his head and smiled. He sat, waiting whilst he looked at Liu Rushuang with kind eyes.
“What the hell was that useless guy in purple doing? That last hit was obviously a fake and yet he couldn’t tell!”
“And that young man in blue! He moves way too slowly!”
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Liu Rushuang watched the fight whilst she gave her criticism.
All of a sudden, both men came to a stop and walked over to Liu Rushuang’s carriage with ferocity in their eyes.
Liu Rushuang wore a veil over her face, as she looked over at the forty to fifty men with big bright eyes. “Did I say something wrong?” She asked.
The one Liu Rushuang called ‘useless’ from the Wind and Thunder Sect walked up to her and spoke with anger in his voice. “You’re just a useless woman, so what do you know? If you don’t know anything, then quit spewing nonsense! Careful, I’ll…”
“Ah!” The man in purple shrieked loudly, before he fell to the ground and died after a hole bore into his chest.
“The one who insulted my wife must not be afraid of death!”
Han Moze’s magnetic and overwhelmingly crushing voice traveled from inside the horse carriage.
“Who dares kill a brother of the Wind and Thunder Sect?!”
The leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect immediately stepped forward to call for justice.
“Shuang’er, I permit you to go down there and fight with those guys.”
Han Moze was a royal, and so if news broke out that he killed someone from the pugilist world, then chaos would befall the capital.
“Ze, watch me. Who says a woman is less than a man? Hmph! Well I insist on beating them to a pulp,” said Liu Rushuang with a smile when she understood what he meant.
With that, she emerged from the carriage with a bright smile and walked over to where the men from the two sects fought. “Come on then! If I don’t beat you both to the ground, then you’ll never respect women ever again!” She provoked.
“You brat! You look like you’re just a teen and yet you dare run your mouth? Watch this sword!” The leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect was about thirty to forty years old and wore a yellow robe. He was tall and skinny with a black goatee. After his angry rant, he charged at Liu Rushuang for the kill.
Liu Rushuang elegantly placed both hands behind her back, then swiftly twirled around. With little effort at all, she dodged the Wind and Thunder Sect leader’s countless attacks.