The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 895 - 893: Get Out

Young Prince Tu was reprimanded, feeling somewhat annoyed.

He was the esteemed young prince of Tu Yuan Country, disciple of the Poison Saint, and even the Poison Saint had never been so presumptuous with him.

The female ghost cultivator before him possessed unfathomable strength, seemingly formidable.

Yet if he retreated, he wouldn’t be able to complete his master’s task and would surely be punished upon returning to Tu Yuan Country.

Caught between advancing and retreating, Young Prince Tu gritted his teeth.

"Senior, I can leave, but I’ve come for Chu Beiqing. Could Elder hand over Chu Beiqing? I would be extremely grateful."

Xin Lin was no big deal, after all, a Five Meridians ruined Spiritual Delicacy Master couldn’t become anything noteworthy.

As long as Chu Beiqing was killed, this trip to Longteng Country would be considered perfect.

"What if I don’t?"

Xin Lin sneered coldly.

Young Prince Tu was truly relentless.

"Then I’m afraid I must offend you."

Young Prince Tu shouted fiercely, his figure changed, and he lunged at Xin Lin.

He swept out his fist, the speed as swift as lightning, instantly targeting Xin Lin’s throat. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

But Xin Lin was prepared, flicking her fingers, and a thumb-thick Evil Snake coiled around her hand shot out swiftly, like an arrow piercing through the air.

Young Prince Tu was forced back several steps, as the Evil Snake collided with the fist wind, dissipating into black mist.

But at that moment, a beastly roar sounded.

In midair, a leopard leapt out.

The leopard appeared suddenly, catching everyone off guard, while Xin Lin had focused solely on dealing with the young prince, overlooking this fierce beast.

The leopard pounced at Xin Lin, aiming to seriously injure her with one strike.

Martial Soul!

Xin Lin’s eyelid twitched, unexpectedly realizing that Young Prince Tu had also cultivated a Martial Soul.

The Martial Soul was the Wind Chasing Golden Leopard, renowned for its movement technique among the Xuan Spirit Beasts.

The leopard’s form flickered, its movement technique was astounding, leaving no chance for martial artists below the Blood Realm to dodge, even less so for Xin Lin, who was merely a Spirit Master, already disadvantaged in terms of movement.

Seeing no retreat possible, Xin Lin’s waist.

That half-squinting, seemingly relaxed black Corpse Flood Dragon’s blue eyes deepened.

It opened its mouth with a soft growl.

Despite its small size, upon opening its mouth, it let out a shrill cry.

The calf-sized Wind Chasing Golden Leopard froze, as if encountering something horrifying.

It made a sudden turn, retreating behind Young Prince Tu.

"You! Beast, get up there!"

The Wind Chasing Golden Leopard, however, refused to move, hiding behind Young Prince Tu.

Young Prince Tu was dumbfounded.

He had planned to rely on his Martial Soul for a desperate fight, but unexpectedly, his own Martial Soul was directly scared away by the opponent’s Corpse Flood Dragon.

This Corpse Flood Dragon must be exceptionally formidable.

Judging by how formidable the subordinate Corpse Flood Dragon is, there’s no doubt about this female ghost cultivator’s strength.

Any previous doubts about the female ghost cultivator’s power vanished into smoke.

"Boy, you’ve exposed even your last Martial Soul trump card, so whatever tricks you have, show them now. Don’t force me to bully you, and let my little snake devour your Martial Soul."

Xin Lin wore an expression of "impatience," yet inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior, you misunderstand, I certainly didn’t mean it. I just acted impulsively, and I will leave right away."

Young Prince Tu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, dared not linger further, and retreated from Chu Mansion with the few remaining guards.