Ruo Xuan threw out an Immortal Technique.
Dozens of figures suddenly flew in all directions.
It was as if they had been blasted away by a bomb!
In the world of a flower, are there any rules to follow?
The law of the jungle, it's either you die or I perish—those were the natural laws she had abided by for a hundred years!
All of you, go to hell!
Little Xuanhua was furious!
Her tiny baozi face was filled with deadly intent, menacing yet adorable.
She was a flower, she didn't give a damn about human survival rules!
Everyone around was stunned by this sudden turn of events.
The soldiers from the General Residence and butlers had no idea what had happened before they were blasted high into the air by the explosive force and then heavily fell into various corners.
The butler from the General Residence was one of the luckier ones, having only crashed through the wall of a nearby outhouse and landed on a pile of night soil. He vomited a mouthful of blood and was covered in filth.
