The Princess Consort had it hard.
Zuo Yan felt that she had it hard too.
"I've already thrown in my lot with you, and you still want to hit me?"
Within the thirty-six Apricot Yellow Banners, Zuo Yan glared furiously at Chu Qing.
"Fine, hit me if you want, but you won't even let me use my physique and bloodline abilities?"
"Are you trying to knock me out and do something bad?"
As she spoke, she pressed down her collar. "I'm telling you, my figure is average. There's no fun in playing with it."
"Don't get any ideas about me!"
Chu Qing... did not want to speak.
He opened with the Eight Divine Hands: Peacock.
The two sides clashed.
The instant they exchanged blows, Zuo Yan's expression changed slightly.
Because:
Today's Chu Qing was far stronger than yesterday's Chu Qing.
Whether it was his reaction speed or his strength, both had improved noticeably.
Even more terrifyingly:
After she slashed apart Chu Qing's flesh and blood, she discovered that all his bones had turned golden.
"He hasn't even broken through the First Limit, yet every bone in his body has turned golden!"
"Could this be his true strength?"
Her forehead shone as she activated her physique and bloodline, hoping to force Chu Qing to reveal all his strength.
However:
In less than ten minutes, she was defeated.
Chu Qing struck her with fifty or sixty Peacock Hands in succession, beating her until she was a bloody mess, with cracks appearing in her muscles and bones.
"Stop hitting me. I surrender."
Zuo Yan surrendered.
Chu Qing was disappointed.
Zuo Yan glared. "I lost even faster this time, and you're still unhappy?"
"What? Did you want me to resist a little longer so you could satisfy your twisted mindset?"
Chu Qing... coughed.
"Yan...