"You! ...Hmph, Father said you're sly and cunning, think you can deceive me? Let me tell you... I won't be fooled. In martial arts competitions, combatants rely on their own methods. I've heard from Father that your father's 'Cangsheng's Giant Handprint' is also a secret technique. Even the Elders of the Royal Family are somewhat envious of it. Knowing this, I will not be polite with you."
Princess Jiaoyang's expression changed slightly, and then she spoke in a delicate voice. At this moment, she wasn't so easily deceived, clearly the Human Emperor didn't want his precious daughter to suffer a loss, so he had given her a few pointers.
As her words fell, the black whip in Princess Jiaoyang's hand whipped out towards Yan Moshan, imbued with a certain strange force. Yan Moshan dared not stand still to take the hit and dodged to the side. A crack had already appeared on the ground where a large blue stone slab was forcefully split.