Lost Temper II

Lin Ruochen gritted her teeth before using qinggong to leap into the air, flipping as she landed between Lang Huan and Mo Yuan, separating their fight. She pushed Lang Huan back and whispered in a firm voice, "Lang Huan, control yourself."

However, Lang Huan refused to back down. She grabbed Lin Ruochen's arm, still determined to beat Mo Yuan to a pulp.

"Lang Huan... Lang Huan."

Lin Ruochen's voice finally pulled Lang Huan's focus. Her expression shifted slightly, and she murmured in surprise, "Ruochen… you are here."

Seizing the opportunity, Mo Yuan swiftly stepped back, trying to rush toward the Eldest Princess. However, Qiu Yue immediately blocked his path.

Not missing a beat, Mo Yuan dropped to his knees in front of the Eldest Princess. His face twisted with anger as he began to make up accusations.

"Your Highness, grant me justice! This little bastard used poison to weaken me!"

In an attempt to cover his embarrassment, Mo Yuan desperately threw out excuses to slander Lang Huan.

Lang Huan, whose anger had just begun to subside, flared up again at Mo Yuan's words. She shoved Lin Ruochen aside, but Ruo Chen grabbed onto her sleeve tightly, refusing to let go.

"Get out," Lang Huan snapped at her, her voice sharp with irritation. "He's slandering me."

The scene of Lin Ruochen and Lang Huan pulling at each other did not escape Feng Yao's sharp eyes. Her expression gradually changing as her beautiful face turned stern.

"Lang Huan, come here," she commanded.

Lang Huan walked toward Feng Yao, but her eyes never left Mo Yuan.

Feng Yao stood calmly, holding Lang Huan's arms to stop her from attacking again. Her voice was soft but firm as she asked, "Why are you so angry?"

Lang Huan gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with rage. "I'll kill him! How dare he look at Your Highness with such filth!"

Mo Yuan had been watching the closeness between Feng Yao and Lang Huan with confusion at first, not understanding why someone like Lang Huan, whom he thought was just a low-ranked guard, would be treated with such importance.

But seeing their interaction, he also felt envy. A sly smile appeared on his lips as he decided to provoke Lang Huan even further.

"Her Highness is truly beautiful. What's wrong with appreciating her beauty?"

His tone was light, as if he had done nothing wrong, but his gaze shamelessly traced Feng Yao's figure.

Qiu Yue shouted, "How dare you!"

Hearing Mo Yuan's taunting words, Feng Yao turned toward him, her eyes filled with disgust. But instead of angry, her gaze softened as she turned to Lang Huan. "Lang Huan…" Her voice was gentle, like a calm breeze sweeping through a storm.

Lang Huan instinctively lowered her head to meet Feng Yao's gaze.

Feng Yao's lips curled into a smile—that was breathtaking and sent warmth rushing through Lang Huan's chest.

"Kill him for me." Feng Yao's words were soft but filled with an unmistakable command.

Time seemed to stop for a moment.

Hearing those words, Lang Huan's lips curled into a wicked smile.

Slowly, her hands slid to Feng Yao's waist, her fingers moving smoothly before pulling her into a tight embrace.

She lowered her head, bringing her lips close to Feng Yao's ear, her warm breath brushing against her skin.

"With pleasure," she whispered in a low voice, her eyes locked onto Mo Yuan with a bloodshot glare.

Lang Huan slowly released her embrace, her eyes cold and sharp. With a calm movement, she pulled the belt from her robe and wrapped it around her palm.

Mo Yuan swallowed hard, his eyes widening at Lang Huan's actions. Fear crept onto his face as he gripped his sword tightly.

"If you kill me," he said, his voice shaking as he tried to sound firm, "the Moonblade Sect won't let this go!"

But Lang Huan only smirked, unshaken by the threat.

In a flash, she moved—so fast that Mo Yuan barely had time to react.

Bugh!

A powerful punch landed straight on his face, snapping his head to the side. Pain exploded through his jaw, but Lang Huan didn't give him a chance to breathe.

Duk! Duk! Duk!

Blow after blow rained down on him mercilessly. Then, a brutal kick struck his stomach, sending him crashing to the ground. Mo Yuan coughed violently, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. His face was swollen, bruised, and covered in blood—almost unrecognizable.

Even so, with the last of his strength, Mo Yuan refused to give up. He grabbed his sword and swung it at Lang Huan in a desperate attempt.

Before the blade could reach her, Lang Huan caught it with her bare hand.

Mo Yuan's eyes widened in horror. But before he could react—

Krak!

With a terrifying crunch, Lang Huan squeezed the sword with inhuman strength, snapping the metal like a dry twig. The sound echoed through the air, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

The people watching instinctively covered their faces, , horrified by the sight. No one had ever imagined that Lang Huan, who seemed like a frail scholar, could be this ruthless.

Lin Ruochen's breath hitched as she bit her lower lip, her heart pounding. In her mind, she cursed Lang Huan.

"Damn, Lang Huan. You're not possessed by a ghost. You're not human… You're a monster. A real monster."

Meanwhile, Mo Yuan lay sprawled on the ground, his body drenched in blood. His breathing was ragged, his eyes filled with terror. Before he could even think of escaping, Lang Huan calmly picked up the broken sword.

Cras!

The jagged blade plunged deep into Mo Yuan's stomach.

He let out a scream, his body tensing before slowly going limp. His trembling hands clutched the sword lodged in his abdomen as fresh blood pooled beneath him.

Lang Huan stood tall, her hands covered in blood—not just Mo Yuan's, but also from her own injuries, torn from the relentless punches and cuts.

Yet, there was not a single trace of pain on her face.

Feng Yao stepped closer to Lang Huan, who was still staring at Mo Yuan's lifeless body. Her face was calm, her dark eyes showing no emotion, as if the man's death meant nothing to her.

Standing beside her, Feng Yao gently took Lang Huan's bloodied hand.

Lang Huan turned to her and asked, "Your Highness, are you not afraid of me?"