2950 Are You Unconvinced?
When he discerned the concealed derision on Qiao Mu’s countenance, a surge of anger overcame him, making it nearly impossible to contain.

“Crown Prince Consort! You’ve already delivered quite the lesson to my brother with all those divine energy balls! What more do you want?” Mo Xikang’s tone was frigid, as if he had drawn it from the depths of icy waters.

Though left unspoken, his opinion of the young crown prince consort had plummeted below freezing point. He couldn’t help but believe that this girl was a troublemaker. If she were to enter the Mo Family, the entire Royal Family would never know peace.

Mo Lian’s expression darkened, and her gaze toward Zheng Prince turned intensely cold. “Royal Brother Zheng, you didn’t understand the situation and immediately rebuked the Crown Prince Consort. Do you believe all the blame rests with the Crown Prince Consort?”

‘Is it not?’

Mo Xikang cast a disapproving look at Mo Lian, his expression unpleasant. He clenched his fists tightly, doing his utmost to suppress his anger, though the Viscount’s heretical sentiment still smoldered within him. He couldn’t quite quell it.

The injustice was just too maddening!

“Your Highness the Crown Prince, truth be told, if the Crown Prince Consort hadn’t effectively used those divine energy balls, Hua wouldn’t have suffered such a severe beating.”

“By sheer power, the Crown Prince Consort wouldn’t have even been able to touch a single strand of Hua’s hair!”

Wasn’t that the undeniable reality?

Mo Xikang glared at Crown Prince Mo’s icy demeanor. He lowered his gaze slowly and said in a detached tone, “Crown Prince, you know very well whether or not what I’ve stated is the truth.”

“Aren’t you convinced?” Mo Lian spun around, fixing an unwavering, cold gaze on Su Xihua, who stood behind her elder brother, Mo Xikang. Her words were laden with emphasis.

Su Xihua found himself inexplicably rattled by the Crown Prince’s sudden cold demeanor. He involuntarily shuddered for a brief moment. Collecting his resolve, he nodded repeatedly and said, “Of course, I’m not convinced.”

His sentiments essentially aligned with his elder brother, Mo Xikang.

If Qiao Mu hadn’t duped him into using so many divine power balls, wouldn’t it be a matter of minutes for him, a level-15 grand spiritual cultivator, to subdue the young lady before him?

Qiao Mu arched an indifferent eyebrow and cast him a nonchalant glance. “If you’re unconvinced, then let’s continue.”

“Didn’t you claim that you wanted to teach me a lesson?”

“Come on!”

Qiao Mu waved her diminutive hand at Su Xihua, as if beckoning cats and dogs to approach. The trace of mockery in her eyes was nearly palpable.

To think someone actually desired to get a beating?

Mo Lian admitted her bewilderment as well. She smiled and gently squeezed the young lady’s hand, then took a step back, creating a vacant space by the deep pit for the two to engage in combat.

“Quickly!” Qiao Mu sharply called out to Su Xihua. “Aren’t you capable of creating spiritual armor? I’ll even provide a demonstration by conjuring up a set of spiritual armor for you!”

“Heh.” Su Xihua was caught off guard by the young lady’s brusque challenge.

What kind of spiritual armor could a level-three spiritual cultivator produce?

Typically, spiritual armor crafted by ordinary individuals was partial defense, covering areas like the arms, chest, and head. For instance, Su Xihua’s ability to generate spiritual armor on his arms was already impressive. After all, some individuals could only form spiritual armor on a single arm.

Expanding the spiritual armor’s range proved to be a rather vexing task.

Qiao Mu cast a cold gaze at Su Xihua, whose spiritual armor now covered his arms. Her petite lips involuntarily curled into a languid, mocking smile. “A frog in a well! This junior is quite audacious!”