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Chapter 3892: Who the Hell Is Your Saintess...?

"Yes," Xia Kui nodded, his expression grave. "I presume Your Highness has already heard about what's happening outside. The entire Phoenix Wood Forest, inside and out, is now surrounded by beast hordes summoned by the Harpies."

"Within our small fortification, there are approximately five hundred usable cultivators. Most of them are at Spirit Realm Level 10 or above!"

"Over two hundred Royal Academy students can participate in the battle," Qiao Mu said coolly. "As for the others, if they don't want to die, go tell them to pick up their gear and join the fight."

"No one will sacrifice their precious life for others."

"Furthermore, no one has the obligation to protect others for free."

"The price of retreating is to be a scapegoat, to be death! Make sure they all understand this clearly."

Qiao Mu's icy voice, falling into the ears of all the team members around, felt like trickling ice water gently sweeping through their hearts, releasing a chilling cold from their very bones.

"Captain Xia! Our team is willing to follow your arrangements."

"Captain Xia, we are willing too."

Xia Kui quickly nodded towards the captains of several mercenary teams around him.

Crown Prince Mo smiled faintly. "Xia Kui, bring out all usable weapons in the fortification and distribute them to the combat personnel."

"Yes!"

"You have a quarter of an hour to count the combat personnel."

"Yes!"

"Look quickly, something seems to be flying in the sky??" Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Everyone quickly looked up.

They saw figures dressed in flowing white, like stars chasing the moon, swooping down with extreme speed into the small fortification.

The already crowded fortification was now truly packed with people. Some of the wounded were moved to the corners, leaving no standing room.

"Saintess!!" Two old revered elders, acting dramatically, rushed forward with tears in their eyes, looking remorseful, as if they wished they could bash their heads in front of Qiao Mu to atone.

Qiao Mu: Who the hell is your Saintess?

A white-haired elder with flowing hair, looking like an immortal, quickly floated in front of Qiao Mu, his face agitated. He stepped forward and quickly saluted, "Feng Heping greets Your Excellency, Saintess."

One of the revered elders excitedly said, "Saintess, this is our clan's Chief Elder."

Everyone watched with expressions of curiosity, their gazes strangely fixed on the suddenly appearing group of Phoenix Clan members.

Their eyes collectively shifted back to Qiao Mu.

The latter's expressionless face looked particularly... comical in front of the enthusiastic Phoenix Clan members.

It was like a barbershop with all the enthusiasm coming from one side; on one side were eager faces, meeting the little stoic's cold, small face.

"Saintess, this place is surrounded by beast hordes. How about we return to our clan territory to talk further, what do you think?"

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but light up.

Clan territory?

These suddenly appearing cultivators all seemed incredibly powerful. Did that mean their clan territory was nearby?

Did that mean everyone here was saved?

"I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not your Saintess," Qiao Mu said expressionlessly. "Besides, as you said, the beast hordes are closing in outside. We, of course, cannot sit here and wait for death."

Huang Qishan quickly squeezed over, rubbing his hands together and fawningly said, "Um, Crown Princess, you can ask your clan members to take us all to your clan territory to seek refuge first, right?"