Mo Yangshuo's old face went livid. He laughed in pure rage. "Good, good, good... Since you won't drink the toast, you'll drink the forfeit. This old man will just have to send you all to hell!"

Ning Chen gave a cold laugh. "Mo Yangshuo, watching you stand here blowing your own horn is really tedious!

Since all these heroes are willing to stand on this prince's side, how could this prince let them down and watch them die?"

Mo Yangshuo said with contempt, "Does my lord prince think he can still raise any waves?"

Ning Chen held up one finger. "Poor you. You schemed down to the last device, and you don't even know that all this prince needs to break this trap is one person and one move... Little Tanzi, alive!"

Tantai Qingyue moved.

She was so fast she left afterimages trailing behind her.

A cold glint flashed!

Mo Yangshuo's body went rigid. His old face went white, and sweat the size of beans broke out on his forehead.

A sharp sword was resting against his neck.

And the two men beside him suddenly toppled over... the wounds in their throats gaped open, and blood came gushing out.

He stared in disbelief at the woman in white in front of him.

This woman's skill was truly terrifying. She had killed two of his men in an instant and pinned him in the same breath.

The wounds in his two men's throats had opened only after they hit the ground. That was how fast her sword had been — as fast as any sword could go.

His own skill was good enough to squeeze into the first rank, at least, and he hadn't even had a chance to react.

Mo Yangshuo couldn't stop shaking.

The woman had been carrying a sword, but he hadn't thought anything of it!

He knew all about the masters around Ning Chen. Who on earth was this woman?

The whole crowd was stunned!

Everyone stood there, mouths hanging open.

The faces of Liu Fengchun, He Jiuxiao and the rest changed sharply.

They knew how good…