"Rest assured, Your Highness." Dai Youheng stood, a cold smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Dai Hao and Zhu Shu will arrive soon. They won't let her truly run wild here. Today, as long as I deny everything to the bitter end, she won't be able to stir up any trouble. Come, let's receive this Duchess who has so tragically lost her beloved son."
The two had just left the side hall where they had dined and entered the front courtyard when they saw that the once-elegant garden lay in ruins. With every step Zhu Man took, uncontrolled Soul Power surged out of her. Exquisite flowers were crushed into muddy pulp, jagged rockeries shattered into pieces, and finely crafted stone tables and stools lay toppled in every direction.
A cloud of black resentment visible to the naked eye enveloped her entire body, making her look like a vengeful ghost that had crawled out of hell.
The instant Dai Youheng appeared, Zhu Man's blood-red eyes locked onto him, her boundless venom almost taking physical form!
"Dai Youheng, pay for my son Huabin's life with your own!" She let out a piercing shriek and hurled herself at him without a thought for anything else, her withered fingers curling into claws as she went straight for his throat.
At that critical instant, Nebula Douluo Manyi appeared before Dai Youheng as though she had used Instantaneous Movement.
Her expression was grave. The seemingly plain, ancient Nebula Fan in her hand snapped open, and she swept it forcefully toward the charging Zhu Man!
A gentle yet overwhelmingly vast surge of star power poured forth like an invisible wall, striking Zhu Man squarely.
Zhu Man's charge stopped dead. With a muffled grunt, she was blasted backward and landed in a stumbling heap.
No matter