Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 1137: Sudden Change (3)

Tutian Zhengxiong’s rage gradually subsided. He turned and stared intently at An Yiqing on the screen, tossing his katana aside and sitting back down.

In the LCD display, the last two Upper Endurance had been completely annihilated by An Yiqing. Those who came with her, including An Zhifeng, were more or less injured. An Yiqing pretentiously pulled out a large bag of healing and stamina recovery pills from the pocket of her camouflage uniform and had everyone take them, then charged into the next level once more.

From the moment they entered the Ninja Headquarters, An Yiqing and her team had lost count of how many people they had killed. Each level had more people and stronger fighters than the last. Their Tri-edge Military Spikes were all baptized by fresh blood, the drips of which seemed to bear witness to their miracle as they fell to the ground.

The final checkpoint, the territory of the Water Ninjitsu practitioners.

This was the most difficult checkpoint and the one with the most injuries.

When An Yiqing and her team, including An Zhifeng, killed the last person wearing a blue samurai uniform – a Water Upper Endurance – their clothes were completely drenched.

The clothes were soaked not with sweat but with the salty smell of fresh blood - both from their enemies and themselves.

In the vast courtyard, dozens of corpses lay scattered randomly, with blood having formed ditches across the floor, creating a rather gruesome sight.

An Yiqing looked up at the grand door right in front of her, silently praying, "Grandpa, grandma, dad, mom, I’ve brought my elder and second brothers to take you home!"

She slowly stretched out her hands and gently pushed open the vermilion door.

Creak—

Snap—snap—snap—

The decayed doors creaked loudly, followed by the sound of clapping filled with Inner Breath.

"Truly commendable, the famous Little God Doctor from the Xuanjin Xuandu, Miss An of the An Family is indeed formidable! Bringing about fifty or sixty people to challenge our Ninja Headquarters of the Tutian Family, Miss An, do you overestimate yourself or underestimate me, Tutian Zhengxiong?"

As he spoke, a man dressed in a black samurai uniform appeared in front of An Yiqing. There was less than five meters between them, and An Yiqing scrutinized him closely. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Tutian Zhengxiong, the Third Family Head of the Tutian Family, has always been in charge of the Ninja Headquarters. He is the highest skilled in Ninjutsu besides the Family Head of the Tutian Family, having already surpassed the level of Upper Endurance.

Looking regretfully at this unremarkable middle-aged uncle, An Yiqing heaved a deep sigh.

Feeling uneasy under her gaze, Tutian Zhengxiong couldn’t help but ask, "Miss An, what are you thinking about?"

An Yiqing shook her head solemnly, "I once heard a saying that knowledge can change fate. For example, if you’re ugly, you should read more books, and although you might be unattractive, you could compensate with talent. Seeing the Third Family Head today, I suddenly realized I was wrong, my thinking was too narrow. Besides studying, an ugly person can also practice martial arts more."

Tutian Zhengxiong’s face turned dark instantly, he wasn’t a fool, how could he not understand the sarcasm in An Yiqing’s words.

This damnable girl was insinuating that he was ugly!

Always considering himself exceptionally charming, Tutian Zhengxiong often secretly liaised with wives of his relatives within the family. He prided himself on being able to make women fall for him, and now, An Yiqing, a delicate and stunning beauty, sarcastically insulted his appearance, something Tutian Zhengxiong could not tolerate.

With a sinister smile, Tutian Zhengxiong’s gaze towards An Yiqing changed.

"Miss An really has a way with words. Previously, I had intended to feast my eyes on the An family heirloom, but now I’ve changed my mind. It would be such a pity if such a little beauty like Miss An were to die; I think it’s better to lock you up in bed and savor you slowly."

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