Translator: Iris8197  Editor: Rock

“Feng ‘er, Xiao ‘er, how did you get here?” Bai Ling was surprised to see that Yun Luofeng and Yun Xiao came so quickly.

“Mom, I came to avenge you!” Yun Luofeng gave a faint smile, “Lang Xinyue, I wonder where you're going. Do you think you can get away with your sin?”

Lang Xinyue scowled and gave a contemptuous smile, “Well, after hiding in the dark for so long, you finally dare to come out? Though you called Yun Yueqing mother, I don't think you care about her at all, or else you wouldn't have made her the bait and tried to injure me with her life!”

Not understanding what she meant, Yun Luofeng frowned but she didn't bother to ask her.

“Yun Xiao, I'll avenge my mother myself. Don't interfere.”

Yun Xiao took a look at Yun Luofeng and nodded, “Okay.”

Seeing Yun Luofeng's confident look, Lang Xinyue burst into laughter again, “Little girl, I admit that you have great talent, but it's simply impossible for you to beat me, a monarch G.o.d-level spirit cultivator!”

Yun Luofeng smiled, “If you were a real monarch-G.o.d level spirit cultivator, maybe… it would take me a little extra effort to solve you.”

“Unfortunately, you're only a fake monarch-G.o.d level spirit cultivator.”

Her voice slowly rang in the quiet sky, and Lang Xinyue turned pale again.

Seeing Lang Xinyue's look, Yun Luofeng put her arms around her chest, slightly lifted her chin and said with a faint smile, “I don't need my husband to help me deal with a fake monarch-G.o.d level spirit cultivator. Besides, I don't want you… to get his hands dirty.”

Yun Luofeng wanted to kill Lang Xinyue herself, so she didn't let Yun Xiao help her. After all, Lang Xinyue almost ruined Bai Ling. How could she let her get away with this?

“Presumptuous!”

Lang Xinyue snorted and jumped up. As she attacked, a powerful force fiercely struck against Yun Luofeng. A fierce gale sprang up at the same time. Under the fierce gale, Yun Luofeng's hair was wildly fluttering in the wind. In a snow-white robe, she looked like a celestial being.

Boom!

Just when Lang Xinyue's sword was going to hit Yun Luofeng hard…

Yun Luofeng's body was suddenly surrounded by a hard dragon scale armor.

With a thunk, Lang Xinyue's hand s.h.i.+vered, her arms went numb, and a gleam of shock appeared in her eyes.

This Dragon Scale Armor… is a treasure!

Noticing her greedy eyes, Yun Luofeng smiled, “You want my Dragon Scale Armor?”

“You don't deserve to have such a treasure!” In other words, only she, a monarch-G.o.d level spirit cultivator, could be worthy of the Dragon Scale Armor…

“If you want it, s.n.a.t.c.h it from me.” Yun Luofeng cast a wicked glance at her, “There are a lot of people who coveted my Dragon Scale Armor, but… they're all dead!”

As she spat out the last word, her aura turned more murderous and even the temperature dropped. The air was suffocating…

“They were stupid, but I am different!” Lang Xinyue said coldly, “Today, I will defeat you and let you pay the price for your arrogance!”

However, as Lang Xinyue rushed towards Yun Luofeng, she suddenly stumbled and fell headlong in front of Yun Luofeng…