My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 1079 - Watching for a Chance to Counterattack

Chapter 1079: Watching for a Chance to Counterattack

Qiao Mu was simply impa.s.sive, as if completely not surprised that this Saint of the Demonic Cult would suddenly attack her.

After throwing out a defensive talisman to fend off the saint’s claw, Qiao Mu flitted behind the giant ape.

“Roar!” Just as expected, the giant ape senior suddenly intervened in the next second.

It swept out a large and firm palm, mercilessly striking toward Sikong Fuling’s face, seemingly intending to flatten her small face with this slap.

The saint flashed to the left, and although she was quick enough, she was no match for the giant ape’s agility.

It followed up by lunging forward, striking toward the saint’s face again with its large, spread-out palm.

Sikong Fuling’s face darkened as she scolded, “How abominable.”

This d.a.m.ned giant ape was aiming for her face every time. Didn’t it know that of all places, you really shouldn’t hit other people’s faces?

Meanwhile, Qiao Mu stood leisurely to the side, calmly watching as this Saint of the Demonic Cult warded off the giant ape’s offensive left and right.

After continuously missing the saint’s face, the giant ape bellowed angrily at the sky.

The Eastern Ying Kingdom’s eldest crown prince, Ying Jian, who had originally been enjoying the show from the sidelines, was caught off guard and spurted out blood from the roar’s vibration.

Such a strong sound wave!

From the fact that this giant ape could injure others with its roar, its strength was obviously not ordinary.

Right now, the giant ape was already so triggered by the Saint of the Demonic Cult’s slipperiness that its temper flared up from the depths of its heart.

Because it remained inside this secret realm suffused with concentrated mystic energy all year round, its combat prowess was comparable to a peak level-15 mystic cultivator.

Therefore, the more they exchanged blows, the greater Sikong Fuling’s shock.

At the same time, she became fully aware that the reason she was able to smoothly enter the secret realm at the start was that this giant ape hadn’t used its full strength.

Taking a deep breath, Sikong Fuling suddenly summoned her mystic beast: four-winged jade-eyed tiger.

After that mystic beast landed, it fearlessly pounced at the giant ape with a roar.

The giant ape angrily roared several times in response. It then hopped up with a fierce stomp against the ground, very agilely evading the four-winged jade-eyed tiger’s attack before slapping back at the tiger’s face with its palm.

The four-winged jade-eyed tiger wasn’t as fortunate as its master. This palm just so happened to land on its head, causing it to stumble backwards as it shook its head dizzily.

Just as Sikong Fuling turned to check on the four-winged jade-eyed tiger, Qiao Mu moved at once.

With an agile flash of her body, she abruptly shot the several dozen s.h.i.+ning white ice spikes in her hand toward Sikong Fuling’s back.

The sound of swishes filled the air.

Promptly sensing danger closing in, Sikong Fuling evaded those ice spikes by rolling to the side.

Yet in the next second, she jumped in fright from Qiao Mu’s sudden appearance before her in mid-air.

The Startled Swan Dagger abruptly grazed the Saint of the Demonic Cult’s left cheek. If not for the fact that she once again rolled on the ground to dodge, then this Startled Swan Dagger would have probably slit her throat.

The little lady was too ruthless in her attack, not leaving any leeway.

The Saint of the Demonic Cult broke out in a cold sweat, yet when she turned around to look at Qiao Mu, she chuckled seductively. “What a swift dagger.”

Yet Qiao Mu didn’t utter a word, taking to the sky instead after lightly leaping up with the tip of her foot. With a flash, the several hundred ice spikes in her hand rapidly streaked through the deathly still air.

“Swish, swish, swish, swis.h.!.+”

The saint repeatedly flashed in retreat, a wrath stirring in her still eyes as she activated her defensive weapon to ward off Qiao Mu’s attacks.

Good heavens!

A level-eight minor mystic cultivator was forcing back a level-12 mystic cultivator without using talismans.