"Tian….Tianlan!"
This fight was going to kill Feng Tianlan. Chuling covered her mouth with both hands and collapsed on the ground, tears flowing uncontrollably as she thought of her mistress' fate. Thousands of spectators also perched on the edges of their seats, wondering if Feng Tianlan would be able to strike back again.
BOOM! Feng Xiuyu saw that the sword was only an inch away from Feng Tianlan's throat. Suddenly, she felt a terrible pain in her cinnabar field; it was so painful that she had to stop her attack. Her body suddenly grew weak. One knee gave way, and she fell at Feng Tianlan's feet.
"Oh my god…"
The spectators were shocked beyond words. Had Feng Tianlan even made a move to attack Feng Xiuyu? If she could attack without moving, that would be way above her current abilities.
"My turn." Feng Tianlan snorted and raised her dagger to stab Feng Xiuyu in the head.
"No!" Feng Xiuyu let out a small cry and rolled to one side.
