"Weren't you going to fight me? Weren't you going to Force Himself on Her and make this princess marry you...?"
Duanmu Hongxiu kicked him several more times, sending Zhang Xiaotian rolling like a ball, a pitiful sight.
"Princess, please forgive his presumptuous behavior. I, Zhang Pengju, apologize on his behalf." Just then, a slightly hoarse voice rang out.
An old man in blue robes descended from the sky. The Western Black Domain Lord had actually arrived.
Only now did Tang Wen see clearly that Zhang Pengju was no ordinary man. He was probably a Martial Origin Realm expert; everything the Drone had captured before had been a false appearance.
It seemed he would have to raise his assessment of the Mysterious Heaven Continent's martial power levels by another enormous notch.
"Zhang Pengju, look at the sort of descendants your Zhang Family has produced!" Duanmu Hongxiu said sternly, scolding him as though he were her grandson.
"Yes, yes, you are right, Princess. It is all my failure to teach them properly. Once we return, I will discipline them thoroughly and punish them without fail, to your satisfaction," Zhang Pengju said with his head lowered.
"Princess, Brother Zhang is a decent man. Please forgive him," Tang Wen added.
"Then will you take his beating for him?" Duanmu Hongxiu shot Tang Wen an angry glare.
"You've beaten him and scolded him. What more do you want?" Tang Wen's temper rose a little too.
"Fine, then. Bring out something fun. If I'm not satisfied, you'll take his beating for him." Duanmu Hongxiu actually did not get angry, instead holding out her hand to Tang Wen.
"Princess, can you fly?" Tang Wen asked.
"Of course not," Duanmu Hongxiu said, nodding.
"Come on, I'll teach you to fly an aircraft." Tang Wen reached into his Void