The members of the Hundred Flowers Palace shouted in unison, victory was in sight!
Beibei immediately curled her lip. "Zero pressure."
This...
Not a single person from the dozen or so factions dared to speak. It was too demoralizing; even a gauntlet match could not defeat a single child. They had lost face to the absolute limit.
An Qing's mouth twitched. This was definitely taught by Ling Yun too. Once the latter returned, she planned to let Ling Yun have a piece of her mind. What on earth was he teaching her?
Feng Ruqing, the Palace Master of Hundred Flowers Palace, smiled and said, "If any of you have anyone left, feel free to send them. My niece is tired, but this palace master is still here."
"Hundred Flowers witch, what are you so arrogant about? Isn't it just having a child step forward for you? Otherwise, after today, what Hundred Flowers Palace would even be left!" cursed Hunter Kuangxin!
A flash of scarlet crossed his eyes, and he seemed somewhat deranged. Yet he fancied he had seen through everything—namely, that Beibei's divine artifact skirt was the source of those powers.
He had no idea that the power emitted by Beibei's divine artifact skirt was protective, not offensive.
"What did you call me?" Feng Ruqing, the Palace Master of Hundred Flowers Palace, hated this form of address the most, and she glared at Hunter Kuangxin.
The little one also chimed in. "Why are you scolding people?"
Upon seeing Hunter Kuangxin's eyes shortly after, however, she grew scared and instantly shrank back into An Qing's arms. Her voice grew smaller and smaller—she had chickened out.
"If you talk anymore, you can go with Little Irene. I won't hold you."
An Qing rolled her eyes. The little one kept demanding to be