Xiajun Yanwu was seized by terror when she saw the cold and sinister look in Yun Bixue's eyes.
She had always seen Yun Bixue behaving in a calm manner, at most aloof. When had she ever appeared so scary and murderous?
She didn't pale in comparison to a man.
When Xiajun Yanwu snapped out of her trance, she propped herself up and quickly got to her feet. She pointed a finger at Yun Bixue and said, "You're not Yun Bixue! You're simply not her."
With a cold and stern look, Yun Bixue's arms remained crossed as she raised her brow. "Oh, you said I'm not Yun Bixue, then who is? You?"
Yun Bixue then kicked Xiajun Yanwu down in one swoop.
Xiajun Yanwu fell to the ground with a dull thud, the impact of the fall making her body ache all over.
"Your Highness, Your Highness!" Wu Yin was so shocked she shivered as she quickly went over to help Xiajun Yanwu up.
She shouted loudly, "Someone, help!"
