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Qin Feng looked at the two of them, speechless. Where did they get their confidence from?
Zhuque turned to Qin Feng and said, "Alright, let's call them out now."
The Dragon Lord also glanced at Qin Feng.
The Second Prince mocked Qin Feng, "I told you, this time you're finished. No one can save you."
The Eldest Princess looked at them in shock, her eyes wide as she took in the scene.
Qin Feng shook his head and pointed behind them. "Haven't I been standing behind you all along?"
Hmm? Zhuque and the others' expressions changed as they turned around in unison, all startled.
They were taken aback to find a young man in a bright red official robe quietly standing behind them.
"Are you looking for me?" Hei Jiao's tone was flat.
The Dragon Lord and Zhuque exchanged glances, realizing they hadn't sensed him at all. If he had attacked, they wouldn't have been able to react in time.
Both the Dragon Lord and Zhuque's faces grew serious as they recognized Hei Jiao's formidable presence.
"You're the one who killed the White Tiger?" Zhuque asked coldly.
"The White Tiger? Oh, you mean that big white tiger?" Hei Jiao replied casually.
"That's right, I killed it. Not only did I kill it, but I also ate it," he added with a smirk. "It was quite nourishing."
Zhuque's face darkened. "You're seeking death." As she spoke, flames ignited around her body.
Instantly, the temperature soared, causing beads of sweat to form on many foreheads and leaving others parched.
Qin Feng turned to the Eldest Princess and said, "You should let the Feng Yi Army enter the city first; they won't be of much use here."
The Eldest Princess understood immediately and issued the command without hesitation.
All the Feng Yi Army swiftly entered the city without any obstruction, as everyone's attention was focused on Hei Jiao.
The Dragon Lord began to unleash his Long Wei, pressing toward Hei Jiao with determination.
Seeing this, Hei Jiao let out a cold smile and released his own overwhelming aura in response.
The clash of momentum erupted, causing the Eunuch to hurriedly grab the Second Prince and flee to a distance. This was a battle between powerful beings who had transcended their limits; he simply could not interfere.
At that moment, the atmosphere shifted dramatically, with flying sand and swirling stones, as the sky itself seemed to change, creating a suffocating darkness. The three figures stood silently in a triangular formation, their surroundings having turned into a vacuum.
Zhuque and the Dragon Lord exchanged shocked glances. The combined might of two individuals had failed to overwhelm Hei Jiao. It was an astonishing situation; after all, they were two against one.
However, Hei Jiao's expression remained unfazed, showing no signs of struggle—he appeared quite relaxed. A sense of foreboding crept into Zhuque's mind as he discreetly transmitted his thoughts to the Dragon Lord. "Something feels off about his strength."
The Dragon Lord shared his unease; indeed, something was amiss. How could Hei Jiao be this strong? What should they do now? Should they continue fighting? Zhuque's eyes flickered with concern; he valued his life too much.
The Dragon Lord paused, realizing that they had already offended him. If they chose not to fight now, would Hei Jiao not seek revenge later? Zhuque felt a chill run through him—after all, they had become enemies, and there was no choice but to fight with all their might.
Taking a deep breath, Zhuque turned to the Dragon Lord. "We cannot hold back."
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