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In that second, Meng Fuyao, with all that she could, tried to stop her attack. As a result, the force injured herself instead, and blood rushed up to her throat.

Meng Fuyao watched her mother from the other dimension. Thanks to this, her soul was almost shattered into a million pieces.

At this very moment, Zhan Nancheng and Zhangsun Wuji were chatting over tea. After Meng Fuyao's exciting display of her techniques in the battle with Yan Taiyu, the audience had lost any form of interest or expectation in the battle with Bagu, who only had a decent performance throughout. Some of the audience begun to chatter, others enjoyed their tea while others built connections. However, a majority of them who took delight in gossiping turned to the engaged couple.

Zhan Nancheng then asked Zhangsun Wuji, ”Pardon me but many have heard of the engagement between the Crown Prince and Princess Lotus. Why is it that the wedding is still not held? I am looking forward to enjoying the wedding feast.”

The royals that were present all turned their attention over after hearing this sentence.

Princess Lotus slowly placed her teacup on the table, straightened her back, looked down and placed her hands on her knees.

Everyone's attention, except for the two fighting, was now focused on Zhangsun Wuji. The initially noisy palace hall had now become oddly quiet.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhangsun Wuji remained silent, not replying to the question for a long period of time.

Everyone was now looking at Zhangsun Wuji.

No one knew of the danger Meng Fuyao was in.

They were just purely curious and did not expect any 'out of the blue' sort of answer. Only Princess Lotus, as she kneeled in front of the table without moving, hid her hands in her sleeves as she trembled ever so slightly.

As the scrutiny of the crowd enshrouded Zhangsun Wuji, he remained silent, as though he was in deep thought. After a while, he smiled and replied, ”The Princess and I have already nu--”

His words abruptly stopped, and he quickly turned to the battlefield. Without notice, he flew towards that direction.

The spectators, who were waiting for his reply, were all caught by surprise — a remarkably composed person suddenly revealed a worried expression and even flew out half way.

Lotus stopped trembling. Fourth Prince Feng beside her commented, ”What's with this crown prince…” He then noticed that Lotus was pale. Concerned, he asked, ”Sister are you alright? Why do you look so pale?”

Lotus forced a smile and responded, ”Don't worry brother. I am blessed by the Gods and will always turn peril into safety.”

Fourth Prince Feng found her response a little odd but did not bother overthinking it, and he turned back to watch the battle.

Lotus sat upright steadily and laughed silently. That laughter of hers was chilling, and a little sinister.

Meng Fuyao retracted her blade suddenly, and the huge impact was immediately redirected to her alone. She felt a loud rumble, and her entire body was being weighed down by a tremendous power. A mouthful of blood forced its way up her throat as she was flung out by the power. Opposite her, Bagu, who was waiting patiently for his chance, finally moved. He stepped forward, stretched out his hand, which had a ghost head claw in his palm, and attacked Meng Fuyao.

At this point in time, the audience redirected their attention back to the battle. To their surprise, the battle had done at 180-degree turn — Meng Fuyao who was on the verge of winning was now rebounded by the force and flung out. Not only that, Bagu's ghost head claw was inches away from sinking into her chest. With Meng Fuyao being unable to retaliate given her heavy injuries, the shocked audience could not help but gasp.

A sardonic smile appeared on Bagu's face as he watched Meng Fuyao's desperate attempts to evade. Meng Fuyao was unable to, however, as her heavy injuries and her disordered meridians inhibited her movements.

She closed her eyes in despair.

In the split-second, before her eyes were fully closed, a figure swept by. Zhangsun Wuji had arrived.

He had drifted over so gently, yet, every strike of his was strong and solid. With a wave of his sleeves, he stopped Bagu's attack!

The howling of the wind stopped as Zhangsun Wuji lightly stretched out his finger and stabbed it in between the eyes of the sinister ghost head.

Bagu looked his ghost head claw as anger slowly warped his face into the devil's look alike. With a ghastly expression, he looked up at Zhangsun Wuji. Enunciating each and every word clearly, he questioned in a menacing tone, ”Crown Prince. As the judge of this competition, you actually intervened in the battle, publicly protecting your own contestant. Do you not think that your actions are nothing short of outrageous?”

”In my opinion, I am protecting you,” replied Zhangsun Wuji.

Coldly, Bagu retorted, ”This joke of yours is not very funny, Crown Prince.”

”I cannot be bothered to joke around with you.” Zhangsun Wuji smiled. ”All I ask you is one question, are you really from Fufeng nation?”

The audience burst into a heated discussion, shocked. The True Martial Arts Meet had stringent rules about a contestant's nationality. Once it was discovered that the contestant lied about his or her nationality, the rights to participate in this competition would be immediately canceled. If Bagu had lied about his identity, he had no right to stay. Eight Auntie can be read as Bagu in a different tone, showing Fuyao's attempt to poke fun at him.