Evil Emperor’s Wild Consort 1784 Side Story: Xue'er And Xun'er 27

The gloomy and cold smile on Yan Zichen's smile deepened.

Qianbei Xun's words echoed in Yan Zichen's ears, causing him to think that the youth had dared to act so shamelessly because he had an acquaintance in the Spirit Sect! Unfortunately, regardless of the position his acquaintance holds in the Spirit Sect, it does not change his fate!

"Forgive me." Yan Zichen curled the corners of his lips and smiled viciously. "I'm the next Young Master of the Spirit Sect!"

Actually, he was only one of the candidates but he had decided to make this claim to scare Qianbei Xun.

"The next Young Master of the Spirit Sect?" Qianbei Xun smiled coldly as he continued, "Even if the Spirit Sect's Sect Master was here, I will cripple him as well!"

"Hmph!"

Yan Zichen laughed icily as the aura from his body slowly emerged. "I'd love to see if you have that power!"

Boom!

A powerful hurricane-like aura attacked Qianbei Xun. However, Qianbei Xun stood still despite the hurricane as the corners of his lips quirked into a smile.

"Is that all you've got?"

Qianbei Xun laughed coldly. "Based on this little bit of power, there's no way that you can be her champion."

Yan Zichen's expression finally changed when he saw that Qianbei Xun had been unmoved by his coercion. He quickly drew his longsword and brandished it at Qianbei Xun.

Clang!

A clear ringing noise sounded as his longsword seemed to land on a steel surface. Not even his opponent's clothes had been torn in the attack. Instead, Yan Zichen's hand was shaken to the point of numbness and he nearly dropped his sword onto the ground.

Feng Qianhuan narrowed her eyes as she observed Qianbei Xun. A light flashed through her blood-red eyes.

Just how powerful was the full measure of this man's power? Even the Martial Emperor ranked Yan Zichen had not been able to make a tear on his clothes. It was as if his flesh and clothes were made from steel and was incomparably tough.

"Impossible, this is definitely impossible!"

Yan Zichen took several steps back as the color drained from his face. He could not understand why the attack, which he had put his full power behind, had barely tickled his opponent?

"Are you done?" Qianbei Xun curled his lips. "It's now my turn."

Yan Zichen was in a daze when the youth's white-colored robes appeared in front of him. A sharp, forceful slap landed on him and his body was thrown aside with a loud whack before cras.h.i.+ng outside the study.

Yan Zichen spat out a mouthful of blood and stared in shock at Qianbei Xun as he pondered for a way to counter him.

However, Yan Zichen also understands that this one slap from this rival had caused serious injuries to his vital organs!

"You only have this bit of power yet you'd want to fight me over my woman?" Qianbei Xun pulled Feng Qianhuan towards him and wrapped his arms firmly around her waist. He then gently lifted his head and stared arrogantly down at the man who was lying on the ground.

Just as Qianbei Xun was about to step forward, an anxious voice rang out from up ahead and cried out in panic, "Your Imperial Majesty, a disaster has struck. The Ninth Prince has lost his mind, he's lost his mind!"

The Ninth Prince?

Zuo Chen?

Feng Qianhuan's face sank immediately. She grabbed the eunuch who was frantically running towards them as her eyes filled with gloom and murderous intent.

"Tell me this, where's Chen'er?"

The eunuch was intimidated by Feng Qianhuan's murderous intent and was shocked into blurting out, "He's at the Bright Sun Palace."

"The Bright Sun Palace? Concubine Liu!" Feng Qianhuan threw the eunuch forcefully onto the ground as murderous intent radiated from her eyes, "If anything happens to Chen'er, I will make everyone in the Imperial Palace join him in death!"