Yan Xi raised her hand and lifted Yan Lan to block the attack.
The water arrow pierced Yan Lan's shoulder blade, causing her to roll her eyes in pain.
Bang!
Her head was smashed to the ground again. It was bleeding.
"Four," Yan Xi's unhurried voice sounded.
It was as if she would do what she said even if the sky fell.
If she wanted Yan Lan to kowtow six times, then she would get her to kowtow six times!
Duanmu Rou clenched her fists tightly, and her face turned pale. It was unknown whether she was angry or shocked. But now she was afraid to attack Yan Xi for fear of hurting Yan Lan.
"Yan Xi! Yan Lan is your cousin. Why are you so vicious and so unforgiving?" She was so angry that her chest trembled, and her compassionate eyes were filled with anger.
Bang!
"Five."
Her head was smashed to the ground by Yan Xi. In addition, she was hit by Duanmu Rou's water arrow. Yan Lan's eyes had already rolled back.
Duanmu Rou could not hold it in any longer. She formed a seal with both hands and activated the Water-Binding Spell, which was still difficult for someone of her cultivation level.
Countless streams of water condensed in the air and wrapped around Yan Xi's limbs.
Duanmu Rou's face turned pale when she forcefully used the spell that she had yet to fully master. The spell had drained all the spiritual energy in her body. However, a trace of joy flashed across her face, as if she had already seen Yan Xi being defeated.
However, the next second, Yan Xi's figure suddenly disappeared among the countless water curtains!
When she reappeared, she was already in front of Duanmu Rou.
A crisp sound rang out!
Duanmu Rou felt dizzy from the slap, and her mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
"Since you like to play the role of a big sister so much, then you will kowtow in her place for the last time." Yan Xi's foot kicked her knee as fast as lightning, and her right hand turned into a claw, pressing down on her head.
In the nick of time, a cold glint shot over.
Yan Xi's keen sense of danger made her quickly change direction and sidestep to avoid the attack.
Duanmu Rou went limp as she fell to the ground. The fear on her face had yet to fade.
Yan Xi's eyes looked in the direction of the cold light, and the corner of her mouth raised in a mocking sneer.
It turned out that he was not actually cold and heartless. He just treated different people with different attitudes.
"That's enough." His voice was cold and indifferent.
At this moment, a layer of frost surrounded his body, and an invisible pressure enveloped the entire training ground.
"Your Highness..." Duanmu Rou called out in an aggrieved tone. It was hard to tell whether she was happy or angry.
She was angry that she could not fight back at all under Yan Xi's hands.
Yu Yuhan, who liked to be cold and indifferent, was actually willing to stand up for her.
However, before she could even exhale, a huge force suddenly came down on her head.
The back of her head was kicked hard, and she fell face-first to the ground. She bowed in Yan Xi's direction.
The crowd gasped!
No one thought that after Yun Yuhan had spoken, Yan Xi would still dare make a move!
The atmosphere in the training ground was now so quiet that one could even hear a pin drop.
"I don't think it's enough." In the silence, the girl's cold and arrogant voice cut through like a knife.
Yan Xi ran her fingers through her hair and looked at Yu Yuhan coldly with her bright eyes. "I mean what I say. I don't like to leave things hanging."
Frost started to spread on the ground.
It was clearly March, and the sun was shining brightly above them, but the temperature here was as cold as winter.
The man's frosty face was still expressionless, but his tightly pursed lips showed that he was in a bad mood.
Everyone trembled in fear and kept quiet, afraid to anger him.
This was the Holy Son of Cloud Top Heavenly Palace! In the future, he would be one of the most distinguished people on the continent. Even the emperor would have to bow down to him.
However, the young girl at the center of everyone's attention seemed to be unaffected. Her figure was straight and unyielding.
Her eyes were cold as she looked at the man who was ten steps away.
"Yun Yuhan, since you're heartless, I'll stop! From now on, you and I will be like this piece of jade..."
Her bloodied hands picked up a piece of jade with the word "Han" clumsily carved on it.
Yan Xi's right hand slowly loosened, and the piece of jade fell. Her voice was cold and determined.
"We're done!"
The piece of jade shattered, just like the feelings that could no longer be compensated.
Yun Yuhan's gaze fell on the broken jade pendant and he suddenly felt as if something important had been ripped out of his body.
He felt a dull pain in his head—as if something was struggling to break out of the ground, but it was pressed down by another force.
However, the expression on his face was still calm. However, his originally snow-white face had become paler, and his lips had turned blue.
"Master?" The swordsman beside him, Qiao Feng, was the first to notice that something was wrong with him.
"I'm fine," Yun Yuhan replied indifferently, forcibly suppressing the strange emptiness in his heart.
Yan Xi did not look at him again. Her dark eyes swept around.
These people were Yan Lan's accomplices.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes sharp, and her cold voice was demonic. "Does anyone here still want to support Yan Lan?"
Everyone was struck with terror.
There was only one thought in their minds.
"Yan Xi is crazy!"
Yan Xi sneered when she saw them unconsciously curling up and retreating. She did not even bother to look at them and walked straight out of the training field.
"A motley crew."
A faint voice rang out in the training field. It was not loud, but it was like a sharp thorn that pierced into everyone's heart and no one dared speak.
The disheveled young girl had already walked to the door. The sun shone on her body, and her tattered white clothes were still stained with blood and grime. One could see the ghastly wounds, but her thin body was standing tall.
Suddenly, she stopped at the door. The left side of her face, which was not scarred, turned around. The sun shone on half of her face, and her dark obsidian eyes glinted.
"Chushi, let's go."
Yan Chushi, who was still in a daze, quickly stood up. He smiled happily and stumbled toward the girl at the door. "Xixi, wait for me!"
Behind him, everyone looked at each other and had an absurd premonition in their hearts. It seemed that the world was about to change!
"Your Highness, the Yan family's trash... She seems to be different." Qiao Feng looked at the door with a solemn gaze. He could not help but observe the expression of the Holy Son beside him.
Yun Yuhan's eyes were clear, and his face was expressionless. His eyes swept indifferently over the young girl at the door, as if he was only looking at a random weed on the road.
"It has nothing to do with us," the cold and indifferent voice said.
Qiao Feng heaved a sigh of relief and peeked at the compass that his elder had given him.
In the compass, the golden light outlined the latitude and longitude of the world.
Just now, one of the golden-red lines had broken.
Qiao Feng was relieved. The marriage between the Holy Sun and Yan Xi had been broken.
No matter what happened to her, she would not have any connection with the Holy Son.
A genius that was hard to come by for thousands of years, and a mute piece of trash who could not cultivate should not be together.