Chapter 22 (2/2)

Chuling paled at the horde of attackers but stepped forward without thinking and exclaimed, “Run quickly, Miss! I can hold them back.”

“Stay behind me and don’t stray far.”

Feng Tianlan pulled Chuling over to the side. She raised the soft whip in her hand, wrapping it around another servant’s neck. A forceful tug and second head rolled before the poor fool could say a word.

“Today, I’ll make sure that you guys know who the Feng Clan’s real Master is.”

Crack! Crack! Crack! Again and again, the soft red whip cut through the air. With each fall of the whip, a head rolled off its neck. Soon, all the servants were dead except one. Looking at the decapitated bodies all around him, he tried to flee in horror. But just as he reached the door, something tightened around his neck. Snap! His head was severed before he could even scream.

Feng Xiang and Xu Jiayi were stunned. Within a blink of an eye, the small, soft whip harvested seven or eight lives like the Grim Reaper’s scythe. She’d chopped off their heads like they were cabbages.

Feng Tianlan watched the last man fall. Then, she turned around and shot an icy glare at Xu Jiayi. She raised the soft whip in her hand and swept it toward Xu Jiayi…

“Stop!”

Feng Xiang snapped awake at the clear, sharp crack of the whip. He pushed out his palm, and out came a fierce, ruthless force.

“Miss!” Chuling threw herself in front of Feng Tianlan. “Ah!”

Bam! Feng Tianlan and Chuling flew from the impact of the forceful palm wind. They crashed heavily into the wall and fell on the ground. Puu! Puu! They both coughed up mouthfuls of blood.