2053 Massive Cleanup (2)
What exactly was going on?
Before Fan Qiuhe could contemplate the question, Qiao Mu had triggered the talismans with a chilly gaze.
Explosion talismans erupted beside him in an instant. Even activating his defensive boundary at the last minute couldn't shield Fan Qiuhe from so many explosion talismans' simultaneous powerful blasts.
"Ah!" Fan Qiuhe got struck flying by the powerful blasts.
After crashing heavily to the ground, he glimpsed the little lady barrelling over through his squinting eyes.
She had taken out her ferule and struck down without room for objection, hitting Fan Qiuhe to the point where he was questioning the meaning of life!
"Cough. Cough, cough, cough!" Fan Qiuhe coughed painfully and yelled uncontrollably, "Aunt, Auntie! Auntie!"
'Even calling for your mother wouldn't help you one bit!'
A cruel glint surfaced in Qiao Mu's eyes, and a distinct red handprint appeared on Fan Qiuhe's left cheek with her rapid slap.
"Shut up!" Qiao Mu took out a red pill with a turn of her hand. "If you keep being noisy I'll poison you till you are completely mute."
Fan Qiuhe's pupils contracted, and he tightly kept his mouth shut. He pressed his teeth against his lips and shivered fearfully, afraid to open his mouth.
"Go!" Qiao Mu was just about to tie up Fan Qiuhe with the spirit binding rope.
Yet he suddenly took out something from his pocket and threw it down hard on the ground.
Qiao Mu snorted and didn't dodge at all. She directly fortified her defenses with several hundred defensive talismans circling around her.
The powerful force from the spiritual energy sphere exploding did not affect her one bit. The defensive talisman matrix warded off all of it.
Besides, this was only a level-four spiritual energy sphere. The force definitely couldn't compare to one of a higher level.
Qiao Mu's lips curled up into a sneer, and the spirit binding rope rapidly looped around Fan Qiuhe's arms like a wriggling snakelet. She gripped the end of the rope firmly and dragged Fan Qiuhe like a dead dog to her feet.
The humiliation of scraping against the rough ground made Fan Qiuhe feel suffocated.
Qiao Mu grabbed her ferule and smacked the right side of his face with it. "Run! I'm telling you to run!"
"Cough. Cough, cough, cough!" Fan Qiuhe felt that the little lady's smack with her ferule had shattered several teeth in his mouth.
He looked at her in confusion with his bruised and battered face. He criticized her angrily, "Qiao Mu! Don't you go too far! What enmity or grudge do you have against my Fan Clan for you to vindictively wipe out all our clansmen."
Rage flared up in Qiao Mu's heart, and she switched to a handy iron rod without room for objection. She clobbered Fan Qiuhe's legs, stomach, body, arms, and even his face.
"Ah! AHH! AH!!"
"What enmity or grudge! Would you scum not know?"
"It should be me asking you instead? What enmity or grudge do you have against me to be after me for so many years? You scum! Today, I will let you know the taste of getting dissected alive."
Upon getting to this point, it was as if flames were leaping from her brows, but her gaze was fixed on him at a temperature that was even colder than a 10 thousand-year iceberg.
This kind of contradiction caused one to involuntarily be transfixed by her beauty.
"Miss, Miss Qiao! Don-Don't be so agitated," Fan Qiuhe said hastily as he involuntarily swallowed his saliva.
"W-We, speaking of which, only had a small misunderstanding, th-that... Ah!" Qiao Mu's water spirit whip tore Fan Qiuhe's skin.
