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Chapter 5019: 5.0771 Fair Competition

"Qiao Qiao." Mo Lian swiftly leaped, instantly appearing beside his wife. He saw the little stoic had stopped walking, turned back, and met his gaze.

"Hmph!" Qiao Mu gave him a heavy snort, then "pat-pat-pat" she trotted past him. How strange, why was she running away? The ones who should be running, feeling guilty, reflecting, and apologizing, are Mo Lian, Rotten Peach Blossom, it's those two! Lord Qiao Qiao shouldn't be running away.

The little stoic's expression was cold and stern as she marched down the steps. She happened upon Ma Wu, who was sprawled on the ground, struggling to half-rise. He barely managed to utter two words, "You this—" when his head was effortlessly stepped on by the little stoic. The little stoic treated him as a mere stepping stone, stepping over him without even a glance, and walked directly to the slumped Marquis of Anxing.

"You're called Marquis of Anxing," the little Crown Princess asked coldly.

Everyone exchanged speechless glances. Marquis of Anxing is just a title, how could that be his name? But... never mind, whatever the little stoic says, goes.

"Why aren't you answering when I ask you a question?" The little Crown Princess impatiently walked half a circle around the Marquis of Anxing, then stopped and looked down at him.

The Marquis of Anxing scoffed, falling back dejectedly onto the ground. He suddenly burst into laughter. "It was this old man's overestimation of his own abilities." He hadn't expected that even the Superspirit Realm Elder Ma Wu would be no match for the Emperor. No, if those two hadn't arrived suddenly, perhaps Ma Wu and His Majesty would have had a chance. But now, the tide had turned. The Marquis of Anxing closed his eyes, completely unable to see any hope. His daughter's vengeance could only be buried here. He was unwilling, indignant, and filled with resentment!

The little stoic let out a "hey," bending down to observe the fluctuating expressions on the Marquis of Anxing's face. She said impatiently, "Aren't you going to avenge your daughter?"

"I'll give you a chance to avenge your daughter," Qiao Mu said faintly. Although she didn't believe there was anything wrong with her ordering the pursuit of Xiang Chang—it was simply a matter of "if others offend me, I shall certainly retaliate," and the opponent's skills were inferior to hers, so they could only blame themselves for their misfortune.

However... seeing the Marquis of Anxing shedding tears like that, she also felt she couldn't disregard a father's genuine love. So she said, "How about this: I'll have a fair competition with you. Life and death are up to fate. What do you think?"

Ma Wu stirred, stumbling a few steps forward. Before he could even get close to the little stoic, he was swatted away by Feng Chen, who suddenly appeared and delivered a palm strike. The elder had been suppressing his anger for a long time, and now he finally couldn't help but let out a "pffft" as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Little girl, you, you are also too much of a bully." She clearly knows she has so many helpers around, making any 'fair competition' impossible. If she suffers even a slight injury, these three people will definitely not let them off, will they?

A cold anger flashed in Ma Wu's eyes. He provoked her, "The Marquis's cultivation is not high, so he naturally can't be your match, Crown Princess. If you want to compete, why don't you compete with this old man?"

Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable couldn't help but scoff. "Listen to him talk. You're a Superspirit Realm cultivator, concealing your aura and hiding in Cangzhou territory, and you still have the nerve to ask to compete with Qiao Qiao?" You're an old man who has lived for hundreds of years, and you actually have the gall to challenge a young girl? Would winning make you feel proud?

Mo Lian felt that this was precisely the time for him, as her husband, to strive for a good performance.