On the mountainside, the seventeen people from the two mansions stared at the unconscious Ying Rui, exchanging glances of dismay.
The ten from the Ninth Prince's Mansion, in particular, looked utterly grim.
They knew better than anyone just how strong Ying Rui was.
They had assumed that even if Zhao Yong, whose strength had recently soared, couldn't defeat Ying Rui, he wouldn't lose so quickly.
But the reality was that Zhao Yong had been completely powerless against Ying Rui's National Fortune Skill.
Under the two proverbs of "Strength" and "Speed," no matter how exquisite Zhao Yong's techniques were, he was simply crushed by Ying Rui.
If not for Zhuge Xiao's extreme skill in the Path of Battle Array and Tan Kuang's coordination with his 'three corpse control,' the eight of them would have been routed long ago.
Even if the other two had returned, Wolf King's Fangs and Fire Prison would have been completely unable to break the defense of the Imperial Word Proverb.
"This..."
