The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Duan Hen and Long Fei quickly boarded the ring, and the two of them immediately summoned their respective magical beasts.

Long Fei's magical beast was a Griffin, and it was only a high-level magical beast. On the other hand, Duan Hen’s magical beast was the Mythological-level Redflame Beast. The disparity between the sizes of the two beasts was very large.

Moreover, Duan Hen was an Archer, good at long-distance combat while Long Fei was a Swordsman. Under the barrier of the Redflame Beast, it would be difficult for Long Fei to get close to Duan Hen.

The two men fought in full swing, making the entire venue boil in excitement.

Nangong Mengmeng turned her head aside to stare at Shen Yanxiao with some fear, and then cautiously asked, "Master, why didn't Vermillion Bird come?"

The Redflame Beast was fighting. She totally expected that Vermillion Bird would be here, definitely sneering at him, but he actually did not come today.

Shen Yanxiao’s eyes were only looking straight ahead, staring at the two sides fighting above the ring. She indifferently replied, "Resting."

"Oh..." Nangong Mengmeng secretly swallowed her saliva. She felt that she had been frozen into a lump of ice.

What exactly was the matter with her master today, so cold and aloof? It didn’t suit her!

Almost everyone had subconsciously put some distance between them and Shen Yanxiao. Not that they were being disrespectful to the City Lord, but their City Lord’s cold aura today was just simply beyond the normal range of measurement. Not to mention being close to her, everyone felt more and more that speaking a word with her was an act of blasphemy.

This was just not right, ah!

When did their City Lord become so terrifying like this?!

Everyone was full of doubts, yet no one dared to open their mouths to talk to her. Even the boisterous Tang Nazhi had subconsciously closed his mouth in front of Shen Yanxiao and did not dare to speak.

Shen Yanxiao’s aura today was really different from the past. On ordinary days, Shen Yanxiao felt powerful but still very friendly, but today she was simply a moving iceberg! That was exactly her aura right now!

Even the emperor of the Long Xuan Empire did not have this kind of domineering aura.

Shen Yanxiao watched the battle for a while, and then stood up under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Mas... Master... What are you doing?" Nangong Mengmeng looked at Shen Yanxiao with an almost crying expression.

Shen Yanxiao just gave her a cold reply, "Going back."

“Ah?” The crowd was shocked. She was already going back? It still hadn’t been long since the fight started.

"You can continue watching." Shen Yanxiao simply and concisely dropped four words before she left the venue without looking back.

She had left a group of mystified people who were unable to make any sense of the matter .

"Is Little Xiao feeling uncomfortable?" Tang Nazhi looked at Shen Yanxiao’s seat. Unable to bear the doubts in his heart, he jerked to the side of his other four companions and discussed.

"Maybe." Yan Yu also felt that Shen Yanxiao was a little weird.

"Why don’t we go back and check on her? How can this be rea.s.suring?" Tang Nazhi recalled that Shen Yanxiao had fallen ill twice back then at Holy Roland School. He couldn’t help but worry that this little la.s.s felt too much pressure from her coming match and had fallen sick.

"Alright." Qi Xia nodded his head. He was not interested in this battle. Shen Yanxiao's matter deserved more attention.

After deciding to go back, the five animals immediately informed everyone that they must go back already. Nangong Mengmeng wanted to follow, but she was stopped by Tang Nazhi telling her to watch the game well, so that she could tell them about it after returning.

Shen Yanxiao returned to the residence and happened to meet Vicious Wolf.

Vicious Wolf had just recovered, but his walk was still somewhat slow. Because most of the members of the Cave Wolves Mercenary Corps had not recovered yet, they had not been able to watch the match today.