223 Third Slap 5 (1/2)
The orange spirit energy emanated from her body and spread out bathing her in a halo of light. The nine men of the Qing Yun Clan looked at Jun Wu Xie, shocked.
An orange level spirit user, was able to release her spirit energy to such an extent!?
Impossible!
The girl before them, had just a mere orange spirit. She was weaker than Jun Xian and many others. But for some unknown reason, when those bitingly cold eyes lock on you, you felt as if you had fallen into the depths of fiery hell.
An orange spirit that stretched its boundaries, a ring spirit of unascertained level, the combination was tad bit too much to believe.
Engaged in battle, Jun Qing stole a few glances at Jun Wu Xie, he distinctly remembered that Jun Wu Xie's contractual ring spirit had awoken merely months before, and she had already broken through to the orange level!?
The incredulous speed of her breakthrough had shocked Jun Qing as well!
Jun Wu Xie readied to make her move and had stepped towards the Qing Yun Clan disciples, when a white flash streaked past from behind.
”Leave the small fry to me, my Mistress. You should not dirty your hands.” The youth's crisply clean voice reached Jun Wu Xie's ears, and the breeze brought a scent of fragrant wine wafting over, lingering under Jun Wu Xie's small pointed nose.
Jun Wu Xie stopped in her tracks, and stared after the white figure as he streaked into the chaos.
Drunk Lotus!
The youth's white flowy robes fanned out behind the handsome face that had been blessed with sharp features, his cheeks glowed, suspiciously pink, as he jumped right into the thick of battle. Where he passed, a hurricane seemed to trail. Many of them who were under attack, Jun Xian included, suddenly felt a brute force tug at their sleeves and before they knew it, they were flung out of the battlefield!
In moments, Long Qi and his comrades who had been surrounded found themselves flying through the air as well, having been thrown from the battlefield.
A lone youth dressed fully in white, stood within the circle formed by the people from the Qing Yun Clan. His loose robe was slightly open and it showed his clear and fair skin underneath. His slightly raised shoulder, propped up the his hand across his chest, and an intricate wine jar was held loosely in his fingers.