My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! - Chapter 2953
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2953 Are You Going to Be My Enemy?
Mo Lian fixed her piercing gaze upon Mo Xikang, her expression shrouded in darkness. With a subtle flick of her hand, the four eerie, shadowy figures vanished into thin air.
The onlookers couldn’t help but rub their eyes in disbelief. Had it not been for the faint trace of blood at the corner of Mo Xikang’s mouth, they might have questioned the reality of what they had just witnessed.
The four enigmatic figures had materialized and dematerialized in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone dumbfounded. Only their unwavering focus on Mo Xikang had enabled them to track these enigmatic apparitions.
“Brother Zheng Prince, do you truly wish to make adversaries of us?” A sardonic smile curled upon Mo Lian’s lips.
Mo Xikang’s cold countenance was now contorted with suppressed anger. As he tried to speak, a small spatter of blood escaped his lips, prompting concern from those around him.
Su Xihua’s eyes flickered with worry as he quickly moved to his brother’s side and exclaimed, “Big Bro!”
The realization hit them all: even their formidable Big Brother couldn’t contend with these four shadowy guards. The identity of these enigmatic individuals remained a mystery.
Only Zheng Prince, Mo Xikang, understood the truth. Not only had the Emperor officially bestowed the Violetwood Guards upon the Crown Prince, but he had also secretly rewarded the Youting Guards. What was more, the four most elite Emperor Shadow Guards from the Youting Guards had materialized by the Crown Prince’s side.
These Emperor Shadow Guards were legendary, each boasting a cultivation level surpassing the Mystique Venerable Rank. It was a clear indication of the Crown Prince’s unparalleled importance to the Emperor.
If the Crown Prince hadn’t made that seemingly casual gesture just moments ago, Mo Xikang would have met his end at the Imperial Academy that day.
Mo Xikang let out a bitter laugh, his gaze now fixated on his younger brother, Su Xihua, who had inadvertently become entangled in the events of the day.
The brother and sister-in-law were excessively dominant. Not everything within the royal capital could be controlled by Mo Xikang alone.
Now that his brother had provoked the Crown Prince Consort, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would come to regret his actions.
Little did Mo Xikang know that Su Xihua harbored no regrets but was instead filled with resentment.
“You… You’re a charlatan!” Su Xihua reacted by seeking refuge behind his elder brother. He pointed a trembling finger in the direction of the young Crown Prince Consort.
“You’re not even a Level 3 spiritual cultivator!”
The moment those words were uttered, a wave of disbelief swept through the crowd.
Initially, everyone had sensed that something was awry.
Now that Su Xihua’s words had shattered the illusion, they wanted to smack their foreheads in realization, exclaiming, “Indeed! How can this be the combat ability of a Level 3 spiritual cultivator?”
Who could shatter the spiritual armor of a Level-15 Grand Spiritual Cultivator with a single swing of their axe?
Wasn’t this absurd?
The entire assembly fixed their gaze on Qiao Mu in a state of perplexity.
Qiao Mu regarded Mo Xikang and his brother with a stoic expression, her gaze icy as she focused on Su Xihua.
When this young woman exuded that frigid aura, she resembled a mobile ice sculpture, her eyes devoid of emotion.
Her demeanor left everyone in the room dumbfounded.
“Clang!” She dropped the sword to the ground, creating a crisp sound.
“End your own life.”
The onlookers stared at her with utter astonishment.
They had assumed that after Mo Xikang took the hit for his brother and sustained an injury, the matter would conclude. Little did they realize…
This was far from over!
Mo Xikang found himself quivering in the wake of her furious outburst. In this moment, he clutched the Emperor’s bestowed crash-proof gold medal, yet its weight felt increasingly burdensome, almost scorching in his hand.