Zhu Zhuqing Escapes and Gets Blocked, Patriarch Zhu Is Not Home

"Mm, your future wife is very pretty, and her figure is superb.

However,

according to scout reports,

her situation is very bad—

her fiancé Dai Mubai abandoned her and fled the Star Luo Empire alone,

and the clansmen who previously supported her and Dai Mubai have all sided with Zhu Zhuyun and Dai Weisi.

Now, she stands alone against the tide.

Our intervention comes at just the right time, to take her away from this hell."

Bibi Dong was quite satisfied with Zhu Zhuqing's appearance,

though her talent could not compare with her precious disciple's.

"Master has eyes that reach the heavens! The timing was grasped to absolute perfection!"

Fang Fan praised Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong delivered a rap on Fang Fan's head with a knuckle, "You've even learned to flatter me!"

"I was wrong!"

Fang Fan covered his head in pain, grimacing,

thinking that even flattery wasn't allowed?

Their group of seven arrived near the Zhu Family estate, and the buildings of the Zhu Family could be seen in the distance.

At this moment, by the back door of the Zhu Family, two guards blocked Zhu Zhuqing's path.

"Step aside!"

Zhu Zhuqing shouted in a cold voice, her entire body exuding an icy, bone-chilling aura that kept others at a distance.

"Second Miss! The Second Family Head manages the security of the Zhu Family, and he said that anyone entering or leaving the Zhu Family must have their Soul Tools and backpacks inspected!"

The guards said sternly.

"Scram!"

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes radiated coldness,

never expecting that her Second Uncle, in order to deal with her, would actually replace the two gatekeepers with two Level 29 Soul Grandmasters.

She was only at Level 26, which made the two gatekeeping guards even more arrogant.

One of them sneered and said:

"Second Miss, you are now isolated and helpless, and no matter how much you persist, it's useless! Even subordinates like us can block you, which shows just how miserable your current situation..."

"Slap..."

Zhu Zhuqing sent the guard on the left flying with a single palm strike.

Bang... The guard slammed into the door, two teeth flew from his mouth, and he crashed to the ground, his head ringing.

A malicious glint arose in the other guard's eyes, a yellow soul ring wrapping around his long spear,

and he fiercely thrust his spear straight at Zhu Zhuqing.

The guard who had been knocked down climbed back up from the ground,

biting his blood-filled teeth, Earth Bull Martial Soul Possession active, a pair of bull horns sprouting on his head as he lowered it and viciously charged at Zhu Zhuqing from the side.

A bovine bellow rang out.

Zhu Zhuqing's speed surged explosively after her Martial Soul Possession,

dodging the incoming spear thrust like a nimble civet cat,

her cat claws scraping across the guard's cheek. "Ah—" A miserable scream echoed.

Blood splattered across the guard's face as he was sent flying sideways with his head twisted.

She then swayed to the side, dodging the other guard's bull-horn charge, and took advantage of the momentum to smash her elbow fiercely into his back.

"Ah—"

Another miserable scream rang out as the guard lunged toward the ground in a dog-eats-shit posture.

Mud flew everywhere,

and he swallowed a mouthful of dirt.

"Zhu Zhuqing! How dare you resist! You're done for!"

One guard sneered, his eyes filled with mockery.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing furrowed her delicate brows.

What did this fellow mean?

Could it be a trap?

Was he forcing her to strike?

Using clan rules to suppress her?

Suddenly, she sensed a powerful and dangerous aura rushing toward her from the side.

Swerving violently, a dark blue figure brushed past her, wind whistling, and a foul scent swept past the tip of her nose.

She managed to narrowly dodge the sneak attack.

Bang... Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of sharp cat claws leaving five deep fissures in the nearby wall, soil scattering everywhere.

Bang...

The earthen wall groaned as it collapsed.

A strong, twenty-something cat-man youth appeared before her eyes.

The cat-man was Zhu Gang, the Second Uncle's son, twenty-nine years old, a Level 47 Soul Ancestor, fast and immensely powerful.

Zhu Zhuqing was no match for him.

"Zhu Zhuqing, you've got some nerve, refusing to submit to the guards' inspection and even injuring them!"

Zhu Gang sternly reprimanded Zhu Zhuqing, and then smiled as he looked to the side and said:

"Dad, how do you say we should punish her?"

Zhu Zhuqing followed Zhu Gang's gaze and saw Second Uncle—Zhu Xiaolie, a Level 63 Soul Emperor, slowly walking over from the side with his hands behind his back, head held high and chest puffed out, like a proud rooster.

Seeing the expression on Zhu Xiaolie's face, her expression sank.

Damn Zhu Gang and Zhu Xiaolie, actually waiting for her here.

How did they know she wanted to use the opportunity of going to school to flee the Star Luo Empire this time?

Truly a damned pair of father and son!

Or did a blind cat just happen to run into her, this civet cat?

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhuqing's entire body was wreathed in dark blue soul power, her face as cold as a ten-thousand-year glacial peak.

The surrounding temperature plummeted drastically.

"Hum..."

Zhu Xiaolie's viscous soul power suddenly swept outward,

enveloping Zhu Zhuqing,

causing her expression to change slightly, unable to run.

She gritted her teeth in resistance,

but the gap between their strengths was far too great,

and all her struggling was in vain.

Her waist could not straighten up,

and she could only hunch slightly, stubbornly resisting and supporting herself to keep from kneeling down.

"Why?"

Zhu Zhuqing growled through clenched teeth, her voice hoarse.

She hadn't expected them to be arrogant enough to make a move right here.

"Your parents happen not to be home; it's precisely the right time to make a move.

The marriage alliance between the Star Luo Empire's Zhu Family and the royal family has always been cruel: the victor becomes the empress, and the loser becomes mere bones!

You have no choice, and neither do we.

Given that we've always stood on your sister's side, and for the sake of our familial ties, we'll spare your life.

As long as you are crippled and half-dead, you will never pose a threat to your sister again!"

Zhu Gang walked step by step toward Zhu Zhuqing, who was trapped as if in a quagmire.

He could easily imagine how delightful Zhu Zhuqing's impending screams of agony would sound.

"You guys! Aren't you afraid of my dad's retaliation?"

Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth, not expecting them to be so vicious.

To think they wanted to completely cripple her just so she couldn't threaten Zhu Zhuyun.

Being fellow clansmen and kin, they showed such a total lack of familial affection.

She plunged into a state of anger and despair.

Zhu Zhuqing felt she had been far too naive; when some people turned ruthless, they lost all semblance of humanity.

"Hehe, would he dare? The Zhu Family has always been a vassal to the Dai Family!" Speaking up to this point, Zhu Gang's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

Meanwhile, Patriarch Zhu, lurking in the shadows, stared at everything Zhu Zhuqing was facing, secretly gritting his teeth in fury.

Damn Zhu Gang!

How dare they bully little Zhu Zhuqing!

Even if she was abandoned by Dai Mubai, she was still his daughter.

How could he allow Zhu Gang and the others to suppress her with the clan rules.

Zhu Dashuai clenched his hands into tight fists, but Zhu Gang's actions involved the authorization of a prince.

He could not take action openly.

He could only act in secret and create an opportunity for little Qing'er to escape.

That way, no investigation would ever lead back to him.

Thinking of this, Zhu Dashuai prepared to make his move.

He knew he was not a good father and had failed to protect his daughter.

However, he could at least let his daughter escape the Zhu Family and flee this disgusting country.

Disciple, the time has come. It's time for a hero to save the damsel in distress... Zhu Dashuai is hiding in the shadows, and he might seize this opportunity to help Zhu Zhuqing escape!

Bibi Dong's Soul Power magnetic field enveloped the entire Zhu Family, perceiving everything happening in the arena.

"His Holiness the Pope is wise!"

"His Holiness..."

Several Elders immediately began to lay on the Rainbow Fart.

Bibi Dong ignored them and looked at Fang Fan.

"Alright, Master!" Fang Fan prepared to strike.

"However, Xiao Fan is in the fifties. Can he defeat Zhu Xiaolie and Zhu Gang, who are in the sixties?"

"Indeed, those opponents have some strength and are a bit tricky!"

Several Elders felt some concern for Fang Fan.

"What is there to fear with us here!"

"Shut up! I know my disciple's strength best!"

Xiao Fan! Show them your true strength and slap them across the face!

Bibi Dong let out a cold snort, her voice overbearing.