The young girl’s face was covered with a pink veil, and she went barefoot. However, she wore two bells on each of her fair, white ankles that jingled as she walked.
This pretty young girl that wore such revealing clothes instantly attracted the gazes of many men the moment she appeared inside the base, and the sound of gasps could be heard everywhere.
A dozen young girls, who were also dressed in fluttering muslin, carried small flower baskets in two lines behind her. They all wore face veils, only revealing their bright and beautiful eyes.
However, not everyone had infatuated gazes. Many people’s eyes were flickering with slight surprise.
As expected, it was remarkable seeing this scene up close. It truly was the Saint of the Demonic Cult who was making an appearance.
Yet Qiao Mu hadn’t the slightest idea who the girl before her was.
After leading the others back vigilantly beside Qiao Mu, Lightning stepped up and informed her quietly, “Crown Prince Consort, from the looks of this person’s attire, she should be the widely-rumored Saint of the Demonic Cult, Sikong Fuling.”
“Oh.” Qiao Mu deadpanned.
Afterwards, Qiao Mu asked with creased eyebrows, “She also wants to enter the secret realm?”
“The fact that people from the Demonic Cult have come here so coincidentally at this time must be for the Mystic Beast Forest secret realm,” Lightning analyzed quietly.
“Hahaha! Everyone has come a long way here! So why fight upon meeting?” At this time, a sonorous voice came from afar.
The commander of Wind Wolf Mercenary Group swiftly led a group of people over. He cupped his hands at Qiao Mu, Sikong Fuling, as well as the Akedo youth and the others, laughing heartily while saying, “Everyone will be entering the Mystic Beast Forest to partake in the secret realm’s trial. There will be plenty of time then to declare battle. Our small base cannot withstand everyone’s flames of fury, haha, so please do not make things difficult for us and quickly cease your fire.”
Creasing her brows, Qiao Mu swept a chilly gaze at that Commander Feng Lang. “When I want to teach someone a lesson, I don’t like it when people interfere. You! Cannot be an exception either.”
After saying this, a water spirit surfaced from her hand before instantly transforming into an icicle, awaiting release after accumulating enough power.
Commander Feng Lang’s eyelid jerked as he looked at the little lady beside him in surprise.
This cold little lady looked only to be 14 or 15 years old, yet right now, she was wielding a water spirit, one of the five spirits?
“What do you witch want to do!” The Akedo youth stepped forward wrathfully, “I was the one who ordered them to attack you earlier! So if you’re angry, just direct it at me.”
Qiao Mu coldly cast the Akedo youth a glance before aiming the icicle in her hand at him. “Seems to be a man, at least.”
Everyone’s mouths twitched.
The next instant, they suddenly saw that little lady leap into the air and teleport beside the youth, the icicle in her hand stabbing terrifyingly at the youth’s chest without any hesitation.
So horrifying!
The Akedo young girl Achir screamed while covering her mouth, and she hastily screeched at those burly men from the Akedo Tribe, “Hurry, what are you all gawking for? Quickly go and help Young Master Ali.”
Meanwhile, just as the icicle pressed against Ali’s chest, he contracted his pupils and sucked in a deep breath. He fell backwards, lying prostrate on the ground to evade the little lady’s thrust.
When he flipped back straight up, Qiao Mu kicked him in the face, directly giving him a nosebleed.
Everyone: “…”
The Akedo men immediately rushed forward, intending to attack her all at once.
“Don’t come over!” The Akedo youth hollered as he gripped his whip tightly, his knuckles sweating.