Fool Prince's Super-power Consort

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a stream of light but a hexagonal meteor dart. They struck the sword wielding hand of the black-clothed man in a strange trajectory, clang clang clang. Blood immediately spurted out of the black-clothed man's hand, and his weapon fell to the ground.

The person brought her quickly away from the encirclement, his left hand holding her and his right hand holding the sword. Under the moonlight, the cold blade seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, giving off a bone-chilling feeling.

Next, she saw a one-sided massacre.

The owner of the sword seemed to be leisurely strolling in the forest. He killed a person in ten steps, never leaving a single person for a thousand miles. Those black-clothed men who forced Murong Ling to a sorry state were like infants who had no way of fighting back, piercing through their chests one by one. They did not even have the time to cry out before they collapsed onto the ground, piles of corpses.

"Palace Lord!"

When the other group of men in black saw him appear, their morale was greatly shaken. Their attacks became increasingly fierce, and the stalemate that had been unfolding before had now completely collapsed.

The robbers knew that all of this was because of the sudden appearance of the Palace Lord.

However, in front of absolute strength, all the struggles were futile.

The man cast countless shadows on the frosty sword. The bandits were injured by the sword qi before they could even get close to it. Miserable screams rang out repeatedly. When the two robbers saw this, their hearts broke as they hurriedly fled. Just as they turned around, a sword stabbed towards them from behind. It formed a gourd and nailed itself to the tree.

Not a single one was left alive.

The sword that killed was pulled out by a pair of bony hands. Looking at the sword again, the frost on its surface slowly faded away, the bloodstains had been washed away to light red drops, and the sword's body had become clean and bright. If it wasn't for the corpses that littered the ground, no one would believe that its owner had used it to carry out a massacre.

Murong Ling was stunned. Even in her previous life, she couldn't kill people so easily and decisively. Just how strong was this man?

The bandit chieftain was intimidated by his display of martial power. He was shocked and angry as he shouted, "Retreat!"

"You're not allowed to leave!"

Murong Ling recognized the voice, "Quick, stop them."

Without needing her to order them, Palace Lord's subordinates had already stopped the bandits who were trying to escape, and quickly killed them under their swords. They dragged the bandit leader over and said, "Palace Lord, the thieves have been wiped out, leaving only one alive."

She wasn't sure if it was just an illusion, but Murong Ling felt that this voice was a little familiar.

The person who spoke also looked at her with a strange expression. Only then did Murong Ling realize that she was in the arms of the opposing Palace Lord.

Excessive use of the Special Ability made her entire body feel weak, she didn't even have the strength to struggle. That Palace Lord didn't have any intention of letting her go, on the contrary, he held her tighter and coldly said, "Don't move."

Murong Ling was unable to move very quickly. At this moment, her mind was completely exhausted, and after turning her head, she felt disgusted, causing her face to instantly turn pale white.

For some unknown reason, the man actually walked over to the side of a huge rock and sat down. Murong Ling who was being hugged sat on his legs, her head resting on his chest.

The man's chest was broad and firm, but it was not warm at all. It carried a cold chill, as if he was resting on a block of ice. His body released a faint cold fragrance, which was fresh and concentrated, causing Murong Ling's spirit to slightly tremble. Only then did he feel the muscles under his hands slightly tighten, as he was currently in a kind of stiff state.

No matter what, she was still a beauty, how could there be a man who was unwilling to hug her?