Hu Xiaotian was thoroughly exasperated. This demoness really was nothing but trouble. She had said that for the sole purpose of stirring up conflict between them and the Shajia Delegation.
Hearing her words, Mosheli cupped his hands again. "Your Highness, she has already admitted it herself."
The Prince of Zhou looked rather awkward. Xi Yan's words had left him unable to advance or retreat. Mosheli insisted that the Five Immortals Cult had killed seven of his men. The prince had refused Mosheli's demand out of consideration for her, never expecting Xi Yan to voluntarily admit she belonged to the Five Immortals Cult. Now, if Mosheli demanded that he hand her over again, he could hardly object. Had he known she would be so troublesome, he should have followed Hu Xiaotian's suggestion and stuffed a rag into her mouth.
"Your Highness!" Mosheli said, clearly demanding once again that the Prince of Zhou surrender her.
Hu Xiaotian walked over, raised his hand, and slapped Xi Yan across the face. Although he held back some of his strength, the slap rang out sharply. It left Xi Yan stunned, and everyone around them froze as well. Almost simultaneously, they cursed inwardly, You beast! How could you bring yourself to strike such an incomparably beautiful girl? Xi Yan had never suffered such humiliation in her life. Cold murderous intent instantly flashed from her lovely eyes. Had Qin Yutong not restrained her meridians with silver needles, she would have lunged at Hu Xiaotian and torn him into ten thousand pieces to vent her hatred.
"You wretch! How dare you spout lies and muddy the waters!" Hu Xiaotian turned toward Mosheli with a chuckle. "Special Envoy, might we speak aside?"
Though Mosheli had not known Hu Xiaotian long, he had already experienced his cunning and deceit. "Whatever