Chapter 3007 Revenge
It looked incredibly familiar, but for a moment, Qiao Mu couldn't recall where she had seen it before.
The little stoic remained unfazed and composed in the midst of the chaos.
When the woman met her gaze, her eyes appeared to exude animosity.
The little stoic racked her brain for a considerable amount of time.
Then, a realization suddenly flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but say, "Oh! You're that… imbecile who sent a horde of people to ambush me near Mount Tai in Polan Prefecture, right?"
What was his name again? The little stoic indicated her forgetfulness.
What had transpired? Wasn't this woman supposed to be dead already?
Since she had personally executed this individual, she held a vivid recollection of her.
She knew all too well that she had shown no mercy. At the time, she had confronted the woman at the entrance of the inn in Wanlu Town.
She had inflicted a grievous wound on the woman's neck, and with her exceptional skills, there was no way the woman could have survived.
Yet, this person was miraculously alive. Not only that, her cultivation level had evidently progressed.
Remarkably, the resurrected woman before her now possessed a higher cultivation realm than she did.
The little stoic blinked and subconsciously tensed her delicate and fair countenance.
It was worth noting that in Wanlu Town, this woman's cultivation level had been notably inferior to hers.
The perplexed little stoic regarded the woman with a skeptical gaze.
The latter finally lifted his head and fixed his gaze on Qiao Mu. A faint smile graced his lips, while his pitch-black eyes resembled two malevolent vipers, coiled and coldly focused on her.
Suddenly, an intense pressure surged in Qiao Mu's direction, catching her entirely off guard.
Without any prior warning!
The young woman could only feel her breath growing slightly labored, as if her body were about to be crushed by an imposing mountain at any moment.
In the blink of an eye, Crown Prince Mo drew his wife into his protective embrace, a trace of anger flickering in his eyes.
Simultaneously, Mu Xingchen narrowed his eyes and, with a graceful flick of his sleeve, instantly countered the pressure unleashed by the other party.
"Cough." The woman took several steps back before regaining her footing, her face flushed.
"Jing Minyao," Princess Jing said with a furrowed brow, clearly displeased with her third sister's penchant for stirring up trouble.
Hadn't Jing Minyao learned her lesson?
She had already suffered a fall, and yet her temperament remained impulsive and reckless. This was not the way Wang Limeng raised her daughter!
What time was it now? The Crown Prince of the Divine Province stood right before them. Engaging in a hasty attack on his young crown prince consort would lead to nothing but trouble. Jing Minyao's thoughtless actions were simply absurd.
"You're seeking your own demise, aren't you?" The Crown Prince couldn't suppress his anger and was about to make a move when Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao restrained him with a gentle hand.
The young stoic cast an appraising glance at Jing Minyao, curiosity evident in her gaze.
The fact that someone whose throat she had once slit could not only survive but also return from the dead intrigued her. Qiao Mu suspected that this family possessed a hidden Dharma treasure shrouded in secrecy.
If…
She seemed to grasp a peculiar spiritual aura, but before she could delve deeper into her thoughts, the hissing and enraged water serpent lashed its tail, sweeping toward the riverbank.
"Slap!" The tail struck the riverbank, obliterating the two-hundred-year-old trees into splinters.