The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

Chapter 385: Victory without force but defeat instead
sacrificial altar room
Murong Feng not only did not move away, but also took a step closer, "Junior brother, I don't understand what you are saying."

Seeing that he was pushing the envelope, Yuxi couldn't help but hug the sword in his arms, his smile turned cold, "Brother, you don't understand, someone will understand."

"Yes, senior brother, please get out of the way. We are looking for junior brother Hanmo, not you."

"That's right, senior brother, it's getting late. You should go back and rest early. Stop trying to be a hero here."

"That's right, that's right, go back and wash up and sleep quickly. Stop showing off your old waist. If you go to the sect leader and file a complaint against us, we won't dare to take it seriously."

"Hahahaha, no, what else will he do besides complaining?"

"yes……"

Miaoyuan, who had just reached the door of the sacrificial altar, heard their laughter and was so angry that she wanted to rush in and blow their heads off, but Huarong on the side stopped her.

"Senior Brother!!" Miaoyuan was about to refute him when she saw Huarong and Hanliang holding one of her little arms and quickly taking her to the side and hiding behind a stone pillar.

Miaoyuan couldn't help but struggle. Huarong grabbed her and whispered: "Shh, don't make a sound."

Miaoyuan was puzzled and looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a swarm of disciples coming out.

Each of them is dressed differently. There are disciples on duty and disciples from the same sect, but only the disciples who have not closed the door come out.

Also, several close disciples who participated in the sacrificial ceremony this time are still standing on the sacrificial stage.

Seeing that they were far away, Huarong wanted to let go, but Miaoyuan broke away from them faster than them.

"Junior sister?!" Hua Rong and Han Liang opened their eyes wide, something bad was going to happen.

Miaoyuan shook them off, walked out angrily from behind the stone pillar, and ran towards the sacrificial altar.

"Hurry up, hurry up..." Hua Rong urged the people around her and hurriedly caught up with her.

Han Liang was anxious: "I just said something was going to happen!"

If I had known that I would not come, who would have thought that the disciple representative sent by Xiangyu Mountain this time would be His Highness Yuxi, the Immortal Clan’s Little Immortal Lord?

What happened last time is not over yet, this time it seems that revenge is coming.

on the altar
As soon as Han Mo heard what they said, he knew that they were coming for him tonight. He stepped forward and pulled Murong Feng away, facing their battle alone.

"I wonder what kind of grudge or injury Junior Brother Yuxi wants to have with me?"

Yuxi was angry when he saw his arrogant look. He couldn't help but feel angry when he remembered that he had been copying the sect's rules by hand and lying on the bed to recuperate.

What a Han Mo, he actually dared to stand up for that kid from the ghost clan and used the power of the ancient artifact Yuexin Sword to knock him out of the air, causing him to lose face in front of everyone.

Because of this incident, he was forced to kneel down in the main hall of Feng Lingxuan for three hours and copied the sect's rules fifty times. His hands were almost useless after copying them, and he couldn't even lift the sword during practice. He finally recovered a little before the sacrificial ceremony, but he didn't expect that Han Mo's lingering ghost would come to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, causing trouble for him all the time.

So, he couldn't help it anymore, and that's why tonight happened.

Yuxi sneered, "Have you forgotten that you couldn't win the competition?"

Han Mo was puzzled, "How can I win without using force?"

Yuxi's expression suddenly changed, "Do you dare to say again that you can't win without force?"

"That's right! It's obviously Junior Brother Hanmo who used the power of the Yuexin Sword to defeat our junior brother, yet you still don't admit it?"

"Yes, yes, we all saw it at the time. It was all because of him that our junior brother was so seriously injured, and he still hasn't fully recovered yet."

"No, the counterattack power of the Moon Heart Sword is so strong. If you hurt my junior brother, you don't have to admit your fault. Do you still want to deny it?"

The fellow disciples around him made strong excuses, as if it was because of Han Mo that all these things happened.

Murong Feng couldn't listen anymore and was about to step forward to argue a few words when he saw a familiar figure suddenly emerge from behind their Xiangyu Mountain disciples.

Miaoyuan went up and pushed away the brothers who were blocking Han Mo, and said angrily: "What are you doing? Raising an army to punish the guilty? Or are you using your strength to bully others?!"

Several fellow apprentices were pushed away unprepared and almost fell down on the sacrificial altar. At least they reacted quickly enough and stabilized their bodies, otherwise they would have been thrown to pieces.

Being treated like this, several people felt very unhappy. Just as they were about to find someone to settle the accounts, they saw that the person who had just pushed them away was the little Highness of the Ghost Clan, Yan Miaoyuan. In an instant, several people did not dare to vent their anger and did not dare to criticize the situation, so they had to argue in disguise.

"Is it Junior Sister Miaoyuan?"

"We are discussing with Junior Brother Hanmo about the competition that day."

"Yeah, we were just discussing."

The faces of several people changed so quickly, which made Murong Feng feel very shameless.

Miaoyuan stretched out her hand to protect Han Mo, and Nuoming, who was running behind, stood beside her to protect her. One man and one beast gathered in front of Han Mo, looking very fierce. "That matter has passed, what is there to say?"

"Don't you just want to use this as an excuse to bully Senior Brother Hanmo again!"

"We..." Just as they were about to explain, they saw Miaoyuan on the other side refusing to give in.

"I don't allow you to hurt him! He was the one who failed when Yuxi was injured that day. He was the one who hurt me first. I can't blame anyone else."

"You are also not allowed to hurt him, and you are not allowed to use this as an excuse to find trouble for him."

Yu Xi, who had been silent all this time, was already very impatient and irritable when he saw her rushing towards him. Now that he saw her being so protective of Han Mo, implying that he deserved it, he became even more angry.

"Yan Miaoyuan! Don't go too far! It's indeed my fault for hurting you, and I can apologize to you. But that day Han Mo used the Yuexin Sword to knock me down high in front of everyone, and I couldn't let him go. he."

He couldn't swallow the anger.

Miaoyuan chuckled, "Why do you have to beat you down? Don't you have any idea?"

Yuxi's face turned cold.

"Isn't it because you knocked me in front that Senior Brother Hanmo hurt you in the back?"

"Yan, Miao, Yuan!" Yuxi gritted her teeth, but he had forgotten that she was very articulate.

When Han Mo saw the little girl in front of him protecting him, warmth flowed through his heart, but he was really afraid that Yu Xi would bring his anger to her.

He stretched out his hand to pull the little girl behind him and whispered: "I'm fine."

Miaoyuan grabbed the corner of his clothes anxiously, "How can you be fine? There are so many people trying to deal with you!"

They were obviously well prepared. Looking at the menacing posture of these people, I am afraid that their spiritual power and magic power are not low.

Murong Feng walked forward quickly and asked worriedly: "Junior sister, why are you here? Are you here alone?"

Miaoyuan shook her head, and just when she was about to express that she was not alone, someone spoke before her.

"Huh? What kind of drama are you singing tonight? How come there are so many people?"

Everyone turned around in surprise, and saw Hua Rong holding a precious jade and gold folding fan in front of her face, fanning her gracefully, with a smile on her lips as if she was watching a show.

Han Liang, who followed beside him, was holding a long sword in his arms. Although he was looking at it casually, he seemed to be ready for a fight.

It seemed that they also came to help Han Mo.

Yuxi chuckled, the coldness in his eyes becoming more and more obvious. He doesn't like it, no, it can be said that he hates it very much now.

If he just came here simply to seek revenge on Han Mo, then at this moment, he had the urge to kill someone.

Han, Mo... You provoked him and you still want to retreat easily? Impossible, he has never been afraid of anyone in Yuxi since he was a child. Don't think that he can let him go now that there are a few people here.

"Ling Xiao——" Yuxi clenched the long sword in her arms and called him.

"Ding," in an instant, the sword was shaking violently at his call, and the surrounding white-purple light became brighter and brighter.

"Senior Brother Huarong came just in time. I will let you watch a good show tonight."

(End of this chapter)