Before long, a troop of guards came rushing over in a clatter of chaos. "What happened? Who killed someone?"
The maid pointed at Sang Xinghui, who stood with his sword in hand, and shrieked, "Him! He killed someone!"
The guards leveled their clubs at Sang Xinghui and began to curse. "You wretch—"
Just then, Zhu Min looked up at them. Her face was expressionless, her eyes dark as ink. Her hair stirred without a breath of wind, and a formidable pressure spread from her body.
With a sharp clatter, the nearest guard dropped his weapons and fell straight to his knees. "Immortal, spare my life!"
Zhu Min parted her lips. "Get out!"
In an instant, the guards and the maid fled with their tails between their legs.
Hidden in the shadows, Li Zi reveled in it.
She heaped praise on Zhu Min. [Our Fifth Senior Sister is ridiculously impressive! She's so cool!]
Sang Xinghui looked up at Zhu Min as though gazing upon a god he worshipped.
At that moment, a seed took root in his heart. It would grow strong and, one day, become a tree that towered into the sky.
So this was power?
She was so strong!
She needed no explanations, no extra words. With a single look, she had scared everyone witless and left them without the slightest power to fight back.
By comparison, his schemes and plots seemed like a joke.
Before someone with absolute strength, all his plans would collapse in an instant, like a wall undermined by an anthill.
Hidden elsewhere, Ran Zirou nearly ground her teeth to pieces.
She had planned this rescue so carefully, and Zhu Min had ruined it just like that?
Damn her!
*She hadn't realized this woman wore one face in public and another in private. In her