My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

Boom! The pitch-black lotus flower exploded, generating a momentous energy that instantaneously knocked the heaven-and-earth treasure bell flying.

Ding Tingding maintained his composure on the surface, but he was shocked on the inside as he recalled the bell. Afterwards, he smilingly sized up Mo Lian.

"Now this is exciting! Crown Prince Mo." Even with his eye of discernment, he was unable to distinguish what kind of cultivation technique Mo Lian had exhibited.

Mo Lian didn't speak, straight up forming several more ink-colored lotus flowers and tossing them all at Ding Tingding.

Even though he had only grasped the second layer of the death lotus seal inheritance, it was more than sufficient enough to deal with someone whose cultivation had been sealed to the level-15 mystic realm.

Are you ready to die?

Thief Sage Ding Tingding!

Pressing his lips together, Mo Lian dashed forward and grabbed at the other party's arm with his slender fingers.

The purple flames that sprouted from his fingers were about to burn through Ding Tingding's arm.

Yet Ding Tingding suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a thin mist. After fusing with the fire stag dark-fanged snake, its poison had long been integrated as his own.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely be caught off guard and get poisoned.

But unfortunately, Mo Lian had long put up his guard against him. Besides, he himself was also an apothecary that could nullify all kinds of abnormal body conditions.

Therefore, this fire stag dark-fanged snake poison was naturally of absolutely no use to him.

By this time, another black lotus seal had appeared in Mo Lian's palm. Taking advantage of Ding Tingding's instantaneous confusion, Mo Lian struck his palm, which had accumulated a tremendous amount of mystic energy, against Ding Tingding's chest with a bam.

Yet Mo Lian suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm, quickly pulling his arm back afterwards.

"Cough!" Ding Tingding staggered a step back, and blood unavoidably trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Nevertheless, he started neurotically cackling in laughter. "Mo Lian, oh Mo Lian! You think you've won? Do you see your hand?"

Mo Lian expressionlessly looked down at his own palm. A bead of blood had oozed out of where his hand had been pricked.

Ding Tingding was immeasurably pleased with himself as he hooted at the sky with laughter. "I specially affixed a poisoned needle to this area, and you got taken in! Crown Prince Mo, you'll die shortly! Hahaha! I've obtained my pretty human skin!"

Nevertheless, Mo Lian didn't utter a sound, merely jumping up like a phantom and locking Ding Tingding's shoulders with a grab while he had been preoccupied with laughing.

A dim light surfaced in Ding Tingding's pitch-black eyes, and without thinking, he produced a green vine sword in his hand and viciously stabbed it at Crown Prince Mo's heart.

However, this swift, fierce, and precise stab was naturally blocked by Crown Prince Mo's full-body spiritual armor.

He once again struck Ding Tingding's chest up close with a lotus seal, which even exploded several times on his body.

In the blink of an eye, half of the arch bridge had been blasted to smithereens.

Ding Tingding gazed at him in astonishment as he fell off the destroyed end of the bridge.

He seemed to be very surprised as to why Crown Prince Mo looked to be totally fine, producing no kind of reaction at all, when he had clearly been pricked by the poisoned needle on his chest.

Mo Lian looked down at the small red dot on his palm, and his body suddenly tottered as he smothered several coughs.

Huifeng bolted to his side with several leaps and exclaimed in worry, "Your Highness!"

Mo Lian waved his hand to stop him from talking further. "Immediately return to the Eastern Palace."

A great spiritual cultivator that possessed a grade-eight wood spirit and also fused with the power of a demonic beast was not an easy opponent.