C279 (1/2)

Chapter 279 - Battlefield of Death (2)

And looking at the degree of polishing the wall, it should be a skill he had been working on recently, needless to say, it should be Mu Yanran's.

It seemed that climbing from the perilous peak was not an option either.

Could it be that he could only use brute force to attack?

If they were to attack head on, the casualties would be enormous. She would never do this unless it was absolutely necessary.

Just when she was about to get closer, Mu Wanjun felt a strong aura. She abruptly retreated, avoiding the pressure of the aura.

This aura is too familiar, it's from Mu Yanran.

Sure enough, she was in town.

She had always wanted to fight with him, seeing him as her mortal enemy. This time, she was far away from the Northern Kingdom. It seemed like she wanted to give it her all. Ever since Mu Wanjun found out about Liushi's death, she carefully investigated the situation at that time and also investigated it from the ground. She knew that it was probably Mu Yanran's doing.

Only, she did not expect Mu Yanran to be vicious, and not even let her mother off.

It seemed that the battle tomorrow would not only be the decisive battle for the civil war in the Northern Kingdom, but it would also be the time for her and Mu Yanran to settle their scores.

The day was finally coming.

Mu Yanran was indeed in the Fengtong City at the moment, she had been training at midnight every day for the past few days, trying to increase her cultivation. Mu Wanjun, tomorrow, either you die or I die. I will not let you continue to live in this world, and my mother's death will not be let go just like that. ”

She withdrew her breath and walked straight into the dungeon.

There were men and women, young and old, imprisoned in the dungeon.

Their faces were filled with fear as they looked at Mu Yanran. These people all knew about it, so the moment she entered, the Kids s shrank back into her embrace.

Someone asked angrily, ”Why did you exterminate my Huyan Clan? What conflicts do we have?! ”

Mu Yanran looked at them and released her most charming smile, ”It's nothing, it's just because you guys are surnamed Huyan.”

”You let us go! Let us go! ” The angry roars of these people were useless. No matter how loud they were, they couldn't get through the cage.

Mu Yanran pointed to the few men, and then muttered some orders in front of her subordinates.

The subordinate hurriedly nodded his head.

”I understand. If you miss something, you can go in by yourself.” She had casually said this, but her subordinates knew that she was no pushover.

When Mu Wanjun returned to Camp, her mind was still thinking about how Mu Yanran's cultivation had increased by a lot.

Her False Spiritual Roots were indeed not comparable to the Dual Spiritual Roots. She had a lot of things to take care of everyday recently, so she had indeed neglected cultivation.

Fortunately, there were very few friar in the Northern Kingdom, and there was only one Mu Yanran who was comparable to her here.

Just as she was about to ignite the Camp's lamp and once again search for a way to destroy the city on the sand table, she suddenly felt someone behind her. Her expression suddenly changed.

Who could silently appear behind her? If he was an enemy but not a friend...

Mu Wanjun's sword cut into her palm, and with a sudden slash of the blade, the blade's wind extinguished the light.

Her hand immediately clashed with the incoming person.

”Who?”