My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

The Akedo youth forcefully cracked the whip, which lashed out a faint white trace on the ground. He then gritted his teeth and directly flicked the whip at the little lady like a whirlwind.

"You're overestimating yourself!" Yet the little lady's body flashed, shuttling back and forth past the whip's afterimages like a thunderbolt. She was so fast that most people couldn't even perceive her trajectory.

However, after she made several circles around the Akedo youth like a walk in the park, she swiftly flashed behind him again and shot an icicle into his left shoulder.

A violent mystic energy crashed into the Akedo youth's back, and this directly sent him flying before causing him to sprawl on the ground with a bam.

"Hehehehe." A silvery laugh came from that lithe and graceful Saint of the Demonic Cult.

With a wave of her hand, that four-winged, jade-eyed golden tiger released its paw from the Akedo man's chest and leaped up. It suddenly opened its bloody red mouth wide to chomp at the sprawling Akedo youth.

"Please show mercy!" Commander Feng Lang's pupils contracted as he shouted this hastily.

Are you kidding, these youths all carried the main bloodline of the various clans and royal families. Their tiny adventurer base couldn't withstand the rage of the clans backing these people.

Right now, he just wanted to send these gods of plague into the Mystic Beast Forest. No matter how they fought in the forest, even if anyone should perish, the incident would have nothing to do with their base.

Yet Qiao Mu slashed back at the Saint of the Demonic Cult with a sharp blade formed by mystic energy, sternly reprimanding, "Who told you to meddle? Go away! You're sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!"

She disliked it the most whenever someone interfered in the middle of a fight to deal the finishing blow. It didn't feel invigorating at all.

Lightning and the rest of the hidden guards all twitched their mouths.

If their crown prince were here, he would certainly think that the crown prince consort was simply tugging at his heartstrings with her cuteness.

"Wah!" The Saint of the Demonic Cult evaded to the side. Her lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her bright eyes glazed over aggrievedly with a layer of mist as she pouted, "Meanie, meanie, you just hit people indiscriminately! Not playing with you anymore."

Most of the gazes of the people present were attracted by this delicate Saint of the Demonic Cult. Although her looks weren't as outstanding as the stoic little lady's, her pair of pitch-black demonic pupils were exceptionally bewitching. As if enchanted, they drew in people's gazes like magnets.

Commander Feng Lang let out a sigh of relief. In all likelihood, he was also aware of the Saint of the Demonic Cult's identity, cupping his hands towards her as he said, "Many thanks for the Saint's leniency."

"Keke, Golden Ripple, don't scare people now, hurry on back." The Saint of the Demonic Cult beckoned toward her four-winged, jade-eyed golden tiger with a simper. Afterwards, she turned to Commander Feng Lang and said courteously, "Commander Feng, rest assured. I was only playing a joke on the visitors from the western region."

Commander Feng nodded with a smile before directing his gaze at Qiao Mu. He then said with a chuckle, "This little lady from Northern Mo, the visitors from Northern Wei and Southern Baili have actually already arrived three days ago. Come come, let me introduce everyone."

After saying this, he quickly stepped to the side, revealing the eight people from Northern Wei and Southern Baili.

"Everybody, this humble one is Wei Nanshu." The young sir that spoke stepped out first from the group and cupped his hands at Qiao Mu and the rest. His gaze flickered as he remarked, "This must be the crown prince consort of Northern Mo."

Qiao Mu nodded aloofly.

"This humble girl is the Jin Clan Fort's Jin Hongluan." Another young girl also cupped her hands in greeting.