"So weak."
On the banquet platform, Zi Zhen seized Princess Mo by one leg and swung her in a full circle. Ignoring her furious curses and screams, she gave a violent heave and sent her flying out of the arena.
The sight struck the entire crowd dumb, as though Zi Zhen had sealed every mouth shut.
Bang!
Princess Mo crashed in a heap before Consort Daoyin. When she climbed to her feet with her swollen, piglike face and looked around in a daze, the crowd could barely hold it together.
Laughter promptly broke out on the Divine Tomb Sect's side.
"That's Xuanting's number two? She couldn't even beat someone we sent in as a substitute for the ranking battles!"
However dissatisfied they were with Zi Zhen, Princess Mo was the one they felt more hostility toward. Seeing her humiliated was satisfying!
So the Divine Tomb Sect disciples grudgingly forgave Zi Zhen for the moment and savored their delight!
The Ghost Gods of Xuanting's imperial clans, on the other hand, were miserable. Their faces reddened, and not one of them could find a word to say.
"Mother!"
Devastated by the blow, Princess Mo looked to her mother, Consort Daoyin, for help through tears.
Consort Daoyin remained calm. "Go back to the palace and rest. You'll have to work harder from now on if you want a chance to turn this around."
The result had been a complete head-on defeat. Even Consort Daoyin had to acknowledge it.
"Yes..."
It was the first time in Princess Mo's life she had suffered such humiliation, and she had lost to a "love rival" at that. Countless flames of resentment burned in her heart, but she could only bottle them up. She hated Zi Zhen to the bone.
Without looking at Zi Zhen or Li Tianming,