“Martial Aunt!” The purple-robed youth watched from a distance. He cried out, his heart on tenterhooks.

The other onlookers paled too.

Bang!

In the face of imminent crisis, Qing Jin wasn’t the least bit afraid. She resisted with all her might, only for her opponent’s attack to send the Twin Scarlet Moonblades flying from her hands.

She hurtled through the air too, landing several dozen feet away. She was now so pale, even her lips were white, and she repeatedly coughed up blood. Her bright eyes dimmed, and her breathing was shallow.

“You actually survived?” The man in hemp clothes furrowed his brow in surprise.

“Sixth Highness, hurry up and leave while there’s still breath in my body. I know you have other life-saving trump cards. When the time comes to use them, don’t be stingy.” She coughed violently as she struggled to her feet, then glanced at the Twin Scarlet Moonblades, which had been flung far away. She looked frustrated and helpless.

Then, she shook her head and took a deep breath. By the time she exhaled, her pallid face was completely tranquil. “If he can disregard his life, I can too!”

The hemp-clothed man’s pupils constricted in a rare display...