As the two spoke, Fu Zheng drifted in lightly, her smile blooming like a flower.
"Your Highness... First Prince." She gave a graceful bow.
Ever since she had begun spending time with Lu Qingyuan and Mo Qing, she had gradually regained some of a young girl's lightness.
Chu Zhiyuan asked, "Out joining the excitement again?"
"Hehe, Sister Lu gave the Lihuo Fist Sect experts a good beating."
"You didn't make a move, did you?"
"They had a whole group surrounding the three of us. I could only defend myself." Fu Zheng smiled. "But I didn't strike to kill, only injured a few."
"How many were there?" Li Cunren asked with a chuckle. "The Lihuo Fist Sect is quite formidable too."
"Reporting to First Prince, there were six of them, all Venerables."
"They dispatched that many Venerables?" Li Cunren shook his head. "Looks like they've truly fought themselves into a fury."
"The three of you defeated six Venerables?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.
Fu Zheng nodded excitedly. "Your Highness, the Abyssal Fall Sword Art is simply exquisite! Facing six Venerables was still as easy as turning one's hand!"
She had known the Abyssal Fall Sword Art was powerful, but battle after battle had refreshed her understanding time and again.
The Abyssal Fall Sword Art was even stronger than she had imagined. Especially against Venerables, it was exceptionally suppressive toward their power.
Of the six Venerables this time, aside from two at the Second Turn, the rest were at the Fourth to Fifth Turn, all above their own realm.
Yet before the Abyssal Fall Sword Art, they still failed to gain any advantage. Their fist shadows were still annihilated.
Relying on the Abyssal Fall Sword Art, the three of them had not only blocked the six Venerables' siege, but had instead pressed them until