Chapter 88 - A Refreshing Fight (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Luo Yunzhu! Ahhh! Just you wait.”

“Wench! Ahh! I’ll kill you.”

“Help! Save me! Ahh! You sl*t…” Agony seeped into Feng Xiuyu’s cries for help and furious bellows. With no spiritual force left within her, she was defenseless against Luo Yunzhu’s whipping. The most she could manage was to curl into a ball, protecting her newly-healed face with her arms.

“Third Miss!” exclaimed her shocked servants. They were all stunned for a second but immediately recovered. They rushed over and tried to rescue Feng Xiuyu.

“Beat them up, Chuling,” Feng Tianlan instructed solemnly. “Use the technique I taught you.”

“Yes,” Chuling replied. With great force, she grabbed a servant by the arm, who was swinging a sizeable wooden stick. She pulled him over and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying through the air. Then, she snatched the wooden stick from his hand and, without sparing a single glance, swung it at the incoming men. She took a man down with every blow—she showed them not one drop of mercy.

For the past ten years, not only had they endured the Second Miss’ humiliation and bullying, but these bootlicking servants had also doubled down on making their lives miserable. Thanks to their meanness, the First Miss had lived a life worse than a servant.

Why should she be humiliated and bullied by them then? Being servants, they were not that different. No one person was more esteemed than another.

If she could not step up her game and was too timid to punch a few mere servants, how could she ever protect her lady? She would even die for her lady. Surely, she could beat up several servants.

Painful screams echoed across the Heavenly Phoenix Court. The cries were eerily terrifying.

The captain of the Feng Manor Guards was immediately alerted of the stir and quickly rushed over with the guards. When they arrived, they saw Feng Xiuyu hugging her knees on the ground, curled into a ball. Her voice had gone hoarse from all the screaming and yelling. There were also sounds of her weeping as the red-clad Luo Yunzhu gave her a good whipping. The excitement that filled her face was evident.

Five or six servants rolled on the ground and groaned in pain. Chuling had beaten them up so badly that blood streamed down their faces.

“Second Miss!” the captain of the guard bellowed in a fury. He unleashed a piercing and thunderous strike at Luo Yunzhu.