Xue Baochai was greatly startled. She knew Jia Baoyu's background; before, he could still use Thunderclap Fire Bombs, but in the imperial palace, was he really going to throw one of those things over?
Having just won the martial contest, if she was drenched like a drowned rat before so many people by a wine jar thrown by a defeated opponent, she would truly be humiliated beyond measure.
So she struck first, sending a palm toward the flying wine jar. Yet she was somewhat anxious. It was a pity Sister Yang was not here; she would have been best suited to handle such a situation. Her own cultivation was still somewhat lacking, and she might not be able to catch the incoming jar.
Everyone in the hall was instantly drawn to the disturbance, watching to see how the two sides would resolve it.
The wine jar shooting toward them seemed to strike an invisible wall of force, then rebounded even faster. The Mongol warriors around Hulagu Khan immediately circulated their inner energy, intending to send the jar flying back.
But just as they were about to act, the jar burst open with a bang before Hulagu Khan. The wine within splashed everywhere, soaking the Mongols. The warriors hurriedly shielded Hulagu Khan, but how could water be completely blocked? Quite a bit still splashed onto him.
"Good!" Wanyan Chongjie clapped and cheered from the side. Jin and Mongol were mortal enemies, so she could not care less about Hulagu Khan's dignity.
The others in the hall could not help applauding as well. Such control over one's power was truly superb. No one had expected such a delicate and beautiful young girl to possess such formidable cultivation. Quite a few young nobles began asking which Southern Song family she came from. If