It Wasn't the Mo Clan! Giving Xiao Yi Xian a Lesson in Politics

Beside a stream in the woods.

The Magical Beast Carriage carrying Chu Zhou was surrounded by a group of black-clad men.

Several Dou Shi were attacking Luo Lin together. Though their cultivation was several stars below hers, their numbers gave them the advantage.

As time passed, Luo Lin was driven steadily back. Gaps were already appearing in her defense, and she struggled to keep up.

"Tell us where Chu Zhou is, and we'll give you a quick death." A burly, middle-aged man among the attackers stood on a rock with his arms folded, looking down at Luo Lin with lust and cruelty in his eyes.

"Otherwise, with all of us taking turns on you, I'm afraid you won't hold out."

"Hahaha!"

Some of the surrounding men immediately joined in with arrogant laughter.

"In your dreams!" Luo Lin held a spear, the Dou Qi mantle around her on the verge of collapsing, but her eyes remained bright. "Even if I die, I'll take a few of you with me."

As she spoke, Luo Lin took out a pill and stuffed it into her mouth. A powerful surge of Dou Qi immediately erupted within her.

"A False Realm Pill. It briefly brings her up to the level of a One-Star Great Dou Master." The burly man's gaze turned cold. Dou Qi surged from his body and condensed into Dou Qi Armor over his skin.

Boom!

The rock beneath the burly man's feet shattered. He leaped high into the air, then hurtled toward Luo Lin like a cannonball. An earthy-yellow aura radiated from his hands, resembling a solid bulwark.

"I gave you a chance, but you refused to appreciate it. Then..."

Whoosh!

Before the burly man could finish, a massive seal formed from copious amounts of Dou Qi mixed with a little heaven