A Three Inch Adorable Wife Hidden in the Sleeve of the Chu King

The Black Robe Man snorted coldly, his eyes flashing dangerously, "Do you really think you're up for it?"

Although he was no match for this girl in cultivation, if pushed to the brink, he had some trump cards up his sleeve.

"Then let's fight." Jiang Xiaoxiao had no intention of bantering with him.

The chef's knife in her hand cast a chilling glint in the lamplight.

At the moment, all the doors and windows were sealed by Jiang Xiaoxiao's talismans, leaving the Black Robe Man no way out but to engage her. He took a moment to regulate his inner spiritual energy.

"Too slow!"

Without using any spells, Jiang Xiaoxiao relied solely on her agility, flashing before the Black Robe Man in the blink of an eye, her knife slashing at him with a biting chill.

The Black Robe Man paled in shock.

This girl was even stronger than he had imagined.

It seemed the Heavenly Master's Mansion had not spared any effort in cultivating her over the years.

But so what?

No one could stop what he intended to do.

Whoever stands in his way, dies!

Years ago, when he seized the Dragon Aura from Murong Yuan, Murong Yuan's mother had been foolish enough to try to stop him and demand that he return the Dragon Aura.

The result?

That stupid woman's fate was to be buried alive as a concubine for the Former Emperor.

A sinister grin crept onto his lips. As Jiang Xiaoxiao's blade was about to strike him, the Black Robe Man waved his sleeve, and the spot where he had been standing turned into a plume of black mist.

Jiang Xiaoxiao turned to see the Black Robe Man had relocated behind a folding screen. With a wave of his palm, all the round stools on the floor rose into the air and hurtled towards her.

"Manipulating objects, huh?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao cleaved a stool in two, her lovely brows furrowing slightly.

She had a nagging feeling that the spells this old man was using seemed vaguely familiar.

"Girl, getting distracted in a fight will give your opponent an opening to exploit."

The Black Robe Man sneered, unleashing a palm strike wrapped in murderous air and sinister black mist.

Jiang Xiaoxiao focused her attention, murmuring an incantation as she raised her arm. The formerly chilling chef's knife was now enveloped in a brilliant golden light.

Before the black mist could approach, it was completely dispelled by the radiance.

The blade's dazzling brilliance slashed towards the Black Robe Man with terrifying force.

The air rippled with shockwaves.

The folding screen was instantly reduced to powder.

Too fast.

The Black Robe Man didn't have time to dodge, taking the full brunt of the strike. He grunted, tasting blood in his mouth, and stumbled back several steps before barely regaining his footing.

"Damned brat!"

The Black Robe Man cursed, pausing to catch his breath before forming a hand seal.

In no time, over a dozen clones of himself appeared in the room.

Whatever sinister art he had cultivated, each of these clones possessed the same strength as the original.

"Take care of yourself, Xie Xun."

Jiang Xiaoxiao issued a warning, closing her eyes to focus.

These clones couldn't be discerned by the naked eye; she would have to rely on her spiritual perception.

But as soon as the words left her mouth, a black blur lunged straight at Xie Xun.

The Black Robe Man had truly been angered tonight.

Over the past two days, he had expended a great deal of spiritual energy creating a second spirit-sealing talisman for Xie Xun, using his own Yang lifeforce, and had yet to fully recover.

Now, faced with this infuriating girl, she hadn't even revealed her true abilities thus far.

If this dragged on any longer, it would not bode well for him.

He needed to find a way to escape as soon as possible.

The Black Robe Man set his sights on Xie Xun.

His target tonight had been Xie Xun all along. As long as he could take this boy away, that insufferable brat would pose no further threat.

In the future, once he had achieved his grand ambition, he would make that brat beg for her life in vain!

With this thought, the Black Robe Man swiftly reached out and seized Xie Xun's arm.

Just as he was about to break through the roof and escape, a golden talisman suddenly appeared on Xie Xun's body, its dazzling light forcing the Black Robe Man to squint.

Before he could react, he was blasted away by the golden radiance.

Two devastating blows had left him gravely injured, coughing up a massive spurt of blood onto the floor.

With the original incapacitated, the clones dissipated instantly.

That talisman had been placed on Xie Xun by Jiang Xiaoxiao in anticipation of the Black Robe Man targeting him.

Her earlier warning for Xie Xun to take care of himself had been deliberate, meant to draw the Black Robe Man's attention to him.

The battle had caused too much damage, weakening the talismans sealing the doors and windows, greatly reducing their duration.

Once the doors and windows opened, the Black Robe Man would instantly attempt to flee.

Jiang Xiaoxiao fiddled with a small protrusion on the handle of her knife, shaking out a needle.

The Black Robe Man's face drained of color. "You damned brat, what are you trying to do?"

"I'm going to bury you, and you'd better cooperate."

Jiang Xiaoxiao approached the Black Robe Man, squatted down, and stabbed the needle into him without hesitation.

This soul-binding needle would prevent him from using any spirit-separating or dimension-shifting techniques to escape.

The Black Robe Man clenched his teeth, his eyes burning with hatred for Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Watching the Black Robe Man writhe in agony, Jiang Xiaoxiao finally stood satisfied. She returned the needle to the knife handle, then dragged the Black Robe Man outside and dumped him into a pit.

She called Xie Xun over, and the two of them began shoveling dirt over the Black Robe Man, burying him alive.

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