The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

On the frozen Mirror Moon Lake, two figures faced each other in a picturesque confrontation.

The red clothes fluttered in the wind, a fiery sight.

He wore a crimson chainmail embroidered with a qilin pattern, and his ponytail was tied high, fluttering in the wind.

He held the silver dragon spear horizontally in his hand. The spear was long and slender, and the tip of the spear gleamed with a cold, sharp light, as if a silver dragon was coiled on it, ready to break through the sky at any moment.

The pink hue is vibrant, a time of blossoming beauty.

Dressed in a flowing brocade robe, he exuded an ethereal aura and possessed unparalleled elegance.

The pink on him was the color of peach blossoms, the color of spring, a color that was impossible to look away from.

Her wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, layer upon layer, like a blanket of peach petals falling on her body.

He unfolded the peach blossom fan in his hand with a "whoosh," and the bright peach blossoms on the fan surface complemented him perfectly.

The ice surface was like a mirror, reflecting the two figures.

One red, one pink.

One fierce, one beautiful.

A fiery rose collides with a southern peach blossom.

In the distance, Tang Xixue sat under a red camellia tree, holding her little white cat, Yin Kong.

The camellias were in full bloom, their red petals layered upon each other, like burning clouds.

Dressed in a plain white robe, she appeared even more ethereal and otherworldly amidst the vibrant red.

A palace maid, her robes billowing, gripped the sword at her waist and stood silently guarding her side. The young girl's gaze remained fixed on the lake, never wavering.

The bodyguard, Mu Liang, stood at a distance, neither too close nor too far, like a shadow that was neither here nor there. He had no presence, but he was always there.

"A-Ce, who do you think will win between them?"

Tangxi Xue turned her head and asked Yan Ci beside her.

"Is there even a need to guess?"

Yan Ci's lips curled up slightly, his tone resolute.

"Hua Rongshi will definitely lose."

"They seem evenly matched."

Tang Xixue's gaze fell on the lake, her eyes sparkling with interest.

"Burning's marksmanship is unstoppable, but Flower Butterfly's strength is not weak."

The words fell.

On the lake, Hua Rong's face seemed to move.

As he twirled the peach blossom fan in his hand, the peach blossoms on the fan seemed to come alive.

The plum blossoms around the lake were drawn by the internal force, falling from the branches and swirling around him.

Thousands of petals, flowers flying everywhere.

Hua Rong stood in the center of the sea of ​​flowers, her wide sleeves fluttering and her clothes flowing, truly like a fairy descending to earth.

"Young General—why are you so angry?"

He spoke, his voice clear and melodious, with a hint of lazy laughter.

"I only wish to ask for Princess Jing's hand in marriage, not to steal your little darling."

Why are you so anxious and upset?

"Is that your wife?"

"So you're declaring sovereignty like this?"

Feng Zhuo's gaze darkened.

With a hum, the silver dragon spear in his hand pointed directly at Hua Rongshi.

"Shut up!"

The boy's voice was like tearing silk mixed with rolling thunder, each word cleaving through the cold wind.

"How dare you covet Ah Xue?"

The voice just fell.

He thrust his spear forward!

The spear flashes like a dragon!

The silver spear light tore through the air, carrying an unstoppable momentum, and pierced straight towards Hua Rongshi.

The speed was astonishing, as fast as a silver lightning bolt!

Even with her beautiful face, the smile on her lips remained unchanged.

With a gentle wave of the peach blossom fan.

Thousands of petals gathered instantly, forming a wall of flowers in front of him.

"boom--!"

The spear tip pierced the flower wall, and petals scattered like a sudden rain of flowers.

Feng Zhuo's spear missed its mark, but the momentum of the spear did not stop.

He walked on the ice, his spear sweeping across, creating a sharp gust of wind.

The ice cracked beneath his feet, making a series of crisp, cracking sounds.

Hua Rongshi's wide sleeves fluttered, her figure as graceful as a butterfly, as she lightly dodged the spear.

He took three steps back, twirled the peach blossom fan in his hand, and then unfolded it with a "whoosh".

"Young General Feng, excellent marksmanship."

He praised, his tone carrying a hint of genuine appreciation.

"pity--"

A slight smile played on his lips.

"You're a little short of hurting me, huh?"

Feng Zhuo did not answer.

He simply gripped the spear in his hand tighter, his gaze growing even more intense.

The second shot has been fired!

This time, the spear's edge gleamed even brighter.

A sliver of silver light condensed at the tip of the spear, as if it had absorbed the swirling snow and wind.

Feng Zhuo leaped into the air, his entire being merging with the gun, transforming into a silver streak that pierced straight towards Hua Rongshi.

"Even his moves are designed to attract bees and butterflies; he truly lives up to his reputation as a playboy."

"Ran Zhi's sharpness has become even more formidable. It seems he has experienced a lot of hardship on the frontier over the years."

Tang Xixue sat up slightly.

Hua Rongshi's eyes narrowed slightly.

He suppressed his smile and drew a circle on his chest with the peach blossom fan in his hand.

In an instant, the falling petals gathered again.

But this time, it wasn't a flower wall.

It's a tornado formed from flower petals.

Thousands of petals swirled up, roaring as they rushed toward the silver streak of light.

"boom--!"

The deafening roar shook the heavens.

The ice on Mirror Moon Lake shattered completely, sending countless ice shards soaring into the sky and refracting a rainbow of colors in the sunlight.

Two figures clashed in the light, then separated in an instant.

Feng Zhuo landed on the ground, his spear pointed diagonally, and he breathed slightly heavily.

Hua Rongshi stepped back three steps, closed her peach blossom fan, and the smile on her lips deepened.

"Young General Feng, is that all the strength you have?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhuo felt not fear at all, but rather a surge of heat throughout his body.

He gripped his spear tightly, turned around, and looked at Hua Rongshi again.

The flames in those eyes burned even more fiercely.

"Again!"

He shouted.

The spear shot out like a dragon.

This time, the momentum is unstoppable.

In the distance, Yan Ci watched the two people fighting fiercely on the lake, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"On the surface, they are indeed evenly matched, and Prince Menghua may even have a slight advantage."

"but--"

He paused.

"If it weren't for the fact that the Northern Star King and the Nightblade Legion of the War Hall were secretly protecting him, that dissolute brat would have been torn to pieces by everyone long ago."

Tang Xixue raised her eyebrows slightly.

She looked up and gazed at the distant lake.

There, a faint crimson figure could be seen.

Beichen Ji was indeed there.

She withdrew her gaze and continued watching the fierce battle on the lake.

Although Hua Rongshi is a free spirit, he is indeed quite powerful.

Feng Zhuo's spear technique was unstoppable and fierce, but Hua Rongshi always managed to overcome strength with gentleness and skill with ingenuity.

The two fought back and forth, shattering the ice on Mirror Lake and splashing water everywhere.

But she knew that Yan Ci was right.

If it weren't for the presence of the Prince of Beichen, Hua Rongshi would probably still be trapped in Mirror Moon Lake today.

She gently stroked the little white cat in her arms.

Yin Kong let out a satisfied gurgling sound, completely unafraid of the noise.

However, the next moment.

A silver-white sword beam descended from the sky.

The sword light came without warning, so sharp it seemed capable of splitting the heavens and earth.

It scattered the falling petals, turning the pink, red, and white blossoms into dust, like a sudden, abruptly stopped rain of flowers.

A longsword made of ice crystals pierced through the air.

The sword was translucent, gleaming with a faint, cold light, as if it were made of celestial ice.

The sword's momentum was so fierce that it was unstoppable; wherever it passed, the air seemed to freeze.

The smile on Hua Rongshi's face vanished instantly.

He sensed that terrifying killing intent.

cold.

It was cold to the bone.

It was so cold that my heart almost stopped beating.

This sword—

He couldn't stop him.

"cousin!"

Hua Rongshi's voice changed, filled with panic, urgency, and a heartfelt plea for help.

"Help me—!"

He shouted as he instinctively backed away.

But the sword light was too fast, so fast that he had nowhere to escape.

At the critical moment.

The cold and domineering figure on the shore moved.

Bei Chenji flashed across the ice like a purple thunderbolt.

The Purple Snow Sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, its light like a rainbow, slicing through the sky.

"clang--!"

The two longswords collided violently in mid-air.

The Purple Snow Sword forcefully shattered the sharp flying sword from the sky, sparks flew everywhere, and sword energy crisscrossed.

The aftershocks caused the surrounding ice to shatter again, sending up clouds of ice shards.

Hua Rongshi was so shaken by the aftershocks that she stumbled backward.

He steadied himself and looked up.

The Purple Snow Sword spun in the air before landing steadily back in Bei Chenji's hand.

The flying sword from outer space was inserted diagonally into the ice, its blade trembling and emitting a buzzing sound.

Bei Chenji sheathed his sword and stood there, his crimson-purple python scales shimmering with a cold, eerie light in the sunlight.

He glanced at the sword, his gaze indifferent, revealing no emotion.

That was Yun Boyan's sword—Bo Chen.

His troublesome cousin had even prompted the Lord of Yunjue to personally intervene.

"cousin--"

Hua Rong clutched her chest, still shaken.

His handsome face was now filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

"You really are my cousin!"

Bei Chenji did not look at him.

He spoke softly, his voice deep and resonant like the undercurrents of a cold pool.

"Practice makes perfect."

Hua Rong Shi: "..."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself speechless.

They could only swallow their anger silently.

Practice makes perfect.

He couldn't refute that.