The Little Village Girl Who Wasn't Driven Out

"You... you!"

Hun Yu's face went pale, then green. Overwhelming terror of death washed over his mind, making him lose his reason for a moment as he shouted, "Miss, use the Divine Bloodline!"

The moment those words left his mouth, Hun Ruoruo's eyes, which had been sunk in silence, flickered faintly.

"I was possessed by him once before. It was only because he had not yet attained the Divine Grade that I barely survived. That secret art is a Soul Clan technique, so it is destined to be affected by bloodlines!"

With a strange cry, evil surged in his heart. His intense desire to survive drove him mad as he rose to his feet, somehow finding the strength to charge at Hun Feng.

"If you won't let me have my fun, then no one gets to have any fun!"

As he spoke, Hun Yu wrapped his arms around Hun Feng and slammed his head into him. Even with Hun Feng's cultivation, after having his heart removed, he found it difficult to endure.

"Bastard!"

Hun Feng's vision went dark from the blow. Driven mad with rage, he snarled, "You cowardly piece of trash, where did you get the nerve to fight me?"

To him, Hun Yu's actions were utterly useless aside from being disgusting. They could not even buy him time.

Yet it was precisely this loss of control that provoked the usually calm and indifferent Hun Feng into a rare fit of anger.

Success was within reach, and he was about to become the Imperial Daughter. To be approached by a piece of trash at such a moment—what humiliation was this?!

Watching the farce before her in silence, Hun Ruoruo's sea-blue eyes remained perfectly still as she softly said, "Just as I expected."

"Get lost!"

Hun Feng finally broke free.