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667 Mother and Daughter Meet (3)

Although Nangong Li was not an expert, he had also learned self-defense martial arts. No one would have expected him to be “bullied” by a woman.

Apart from being shocked, the guard hurriedly went forward to pull the woman away, but he was sent flying by the other party’s small fists.

Nangong Li was stunned!

Soon, a second guard rushed in.

This woman did not even look at him and just punched him away. The guards who were beaten up were all hanging on the hundred-year-old parasol tree in the courtyard. After a while, the parasol trees were full.

“Where’s Asura? Where’s Asura? Where’s Asura?” Little Sly Jiang grabbed Nangong Li’s lapel and asked crazily.

Nangong Li foamed at the mouth and rolled his eyes. Where was Asura? It was naturally in the Princess Manor. Who would mobilize Asura to deal with Helian Wan? It wasn’t like his brain was damaged!!!

However, even without Asura, he had brought the most powerful sacrificial soldiers. They were all golden-masked sacrificial soldiers who were about to become Asura. He did not believe that this woman could deal with them!

He crushed the bead hidden in his sleeve. Upon receiving the order, the golden-masked sacrificial soldiers opened their cold eyes in the darkness. They held spears and walked towards Nangong Li’s meditation room like purgatory demons.

“Asura! Asura! Asura!” Little Sly Jiang interrogated persistently, unaware that danger had descended.

A spear was aimed at the back of Little Sly Jiang’s head. Just as it was about to pierce through her head, a beautiful figure suddenly ran over with a copper basin. She jumped up and smashed it on the head of the golden-masked sacrificial soldier.

The copper basin broke. But the golden-masked sacrificial soldier was unscathed. He turned his cold eyes to Consort Yun, who had ambushed him.

Why didn’t he beat Consort Yun out before she made a move? It was really because Consort Yun was too weak. To him, she was just an ant. When an ant approached a person, would people be on guard? No.

However, if this ant bit him, he would have to strangle it to death.

The gold-masked sacrificial soldier reached out to strangle Consort Yun’s throat, but something unexpected happened!

Little Sly Jiang turned around coldly. A terrifying aura that was like an exploding light bead sent him and his spear flying with incomparably powerful internal energy. He bumped into the remaining golden-masked sacrificial soldiers.

No one knew how powerful this aura was. They only knew that the four gold-masked sacrificial soldiers had collided with the hundred-year-old parasol tree in unison. The tree’s body broke with a crack, and the guards hanging on the branches fell down like beans. One by one, they fell down the mountainside. The four gold-masked sacrificial soldiers also fell down, creating a ten-meter-long pit at the foot of the mountain.

The gold-masked sacrificial soldiers did not even have time to close their eyes before they stopped breathing. She did not make a move and only used her aura to destroy them all. Nangong Li was so frightened that he stuttered.

This-this woman… Could she also be Asura?

“Is-is it you?” Consort Yun walked towards the two of them in a daze.

Little Sly Jiang instantly retracted her powerful killing intent and turned around.

“Is it you?” Consort Yun choked as she walked towards her. She had been carried away since she was born. The Emperor had not even given her a name. Until now, she actually did not know the name of this child.

Nangong Li was released. He was finally free. He planned to escape. Consort Yun walked over in a daze and stepped on Nangong Li’s face without looking where she was going.

Nangong Li, whose nose bridge had been broken on the spot: “…”

Little Sly Jiang sat on the ground and took a few steps to the side. Nangong Li covered his broken nose and straightened his upper body. Just as he was about to escape, Little Sly Jiang slapped him back.

“Is it you?” Consort Yun came behind Little Sly Jiang and looked at her thin back.

“It’s not,” Little Sly Jiang said aggrievedly with her head lowered.