Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
A deep sense of foreboding rose in Eldest Princess’ heart. She widened her eyes in shock and shook her head desperately.
“No… no…”
At that moment, the Elders also realized the seriousness of the situation. Just as they were about to speak up.
Swoosh!
The evil-vanquishing sword slashed across with a flick of Ji Fengyan’s wrist!
A cold light flashed past.
In that second, fresh blood sprayed before everyone’s eyes.
“Ah ah ah!!” A piercing shriek emitted from the cracked lips of the Eldest Princess.
The ten fingers of Eldest Princess had been chopped off.
Blood sprayed out from her open wounds. The thick scent of blood permeated the air.
Ji Fengyan grinned at the Eldest Princess, whose fingers had been chopped off. There was not an ounce of pity in her eyes. She turned around and gazed with satisfaction at her bloodstained evil-vanquishing sword.
“All right, you guys can now send your next contender.” Ji Fengyan grinned at the twelve Elders.
The faces of Master Yue and the rest had turned extremely grim. They had thought that Ji Fengyan was just making empty threats and would never dare to actually hurt Eldest Princess in front of everyone.
But…
They had been too naïve.
Ji Fengyan had struck with no hesitation. She had totally no regard for Eldest Princess’ royal status.
In that moment, the crowd looked exceedingly distressed. Eldest Princess’ ear-piercing shriek shattered the eardrums of every single person.
The situation before them had the Elders falling into a major dilemma.
The power displayed by Ji Fengyan during the prior two bouts were already beyond everyone’s expectations.
She had defeated two powerful masters among the Elders—and had yet to even make contact with the ground. She had had been sitting casually upon the back of that elephant statue all along.
The next round…
Whoever it was, would be under immense pressure.
The Elders experienced an unprecedented type of duress. When the Emperor had appealed to them to conduct the rescue, they had thought he was just making a mountain out of a molehill. They had only come because they had no choice.
Unfortunately…
The Elders had suffered a vicious smack across their faces by Ji Fengyan right in front of the tens of thousands of palace soldiers.
Their brimming arrogance had been utterly smashed.
Master Yue was in a major dilemma. Light-based sorcery, darkness-based sorcery, lightning-based sorcery, the art of summoning…
They didn’t know how many more tricks Ji Fengyan had up her sleeves.
But this betting game had to continue.
From this moment onwards, the Elders realized that Ji Fengyan had offered them 12 rounds not to seek a way out for herself, but to force the Eldest Princess into a corner step by step.
Now that things had come to this stage, nobody had any hopes of victory for the next round. But the betting game had to be continued.
They all knew their chances of winning were negligible, but… the life of the Eldest Princess depended on them and they were forced to step up to the challenge.
Several sorcerers looked sick to their stomachs. Duan Muxi was very powerful but still not a match for Ji Fengyan. They were all high-level practitioners and naturally knew that a monster who could perform three types of sorcery without any incantations—they were bound to lose.
They had spent many years cultivating their own reputations and prestige within the Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon—this defeat would render all that null and void.
The crowd had fallen silent. No one dared to volunteer for the next fight.
Master Yue hesitated for a long while before looking towards a petite Elder.