Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort-Chapter 88: If You’re Looking for Trouble, I’ll Gladly Join

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of several noble family disciples immediately turned cold, threatening without regard for the occasion: "Fatty Shao, are you tired of living? Do you want to have a fair duel with me in front of His Majesty the Holy King and His Majesty the Emperor?"

The one who spoke was already at the Peak of Orange Realm, wanting to deal with Red Realm’s Fatty Shao was as easy as lifting a finger.

Moreover, on the arena, life and death were left to fate.

It was clear he intended to take Fatty Shao’s life.

"You think I wouldn’t dare!"

"Fatty."

Mu Qingge promptly spoke to stop Fatty Shao’s impulsive act of seeking death.

She originally intended to stay out of it, but she couldn’t let Fatty Shao get involved because of her.

Slowly rising, she brought the wine cup she was playing with to her lips, her red robe fluttering, black hair lightly blowing, exuding an indescribable charm.

After finishing the wine in her cup, Mu Qingge, under everyone’s watchful eyes, casually threw the wine cup backward, and said to Si Mo who sat high above: "Are we leaving or not?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone’s faces changed dramatically.

Afraid that her rude words and her reckless ignorance would anger His Majesty the Holy King and implicate the entire Qin Country.

"Mu Qingge, what status do you have to speak to His Majesty the Holy King like that?"

"Bold! Mu Qingge, kneel down and apologize to His Majesty the Holy King!"

"I say, haven’t you all had enough?" Mu Qingge’s extremely cold and slow voice instantly drowned out all.

The whole field suddenly fell silent, almost everyone looked at her in shock, as if she was courting death. Even Mu Xiong and Mu Lianrong showed anxious expressions, while a trace of worry flashed in Qin Yiyao’s eyes, who was seated in the Royal Family’s section.

Only one person, had a smile in his eyes.

That was Si Mo, who sat high above.

Mu Qingge’s icy eyes coldly surveyed the crowd, the sneer at the corner of her mouth grew more intense: "Just a bunch of hypocrites, what right do you have to comment on me? Yes, I fought people in the street, so what? Compared to those who only dare to play dirty in the dark, I can at least be considered upright, right? I linger in the pleasure district, so what? I just listen to some music and enjoy some dances. I respect those ladies in the brothel quite a bit, even if I take advantage, I pay for it. Not like some people, who outwardly are gentlemen, yet secretly snatch up common girls and bully maids in their households. Not yet an adult, they already have a bunch of bed-warming maids, always in heat like a stud. I may not be able to cultivate, but His Majesty the Holy King likes it, what business is it of you idlers? Keep those envious and jealous thoughts to yourselves, don’t let me see. Otherwise, every time I see it, I’ll step on it. Want to form a group to challenge? I’ll accompany you to the end!"

After finishing, not caring about the horrified expressions around her, she cast a sharp glance at Si Mo on the high platform: "Are you leaving or not!"

The audacious words, the arrogant expression, almost scared everyone to death.

However, Si Mo just curled up his mouth, as if the red-robed girl’s angry appearance amused him. A flash of his tall figure, and he had already disappeared from everyone’s sight with Mu Qingge.

Leaving behind a crowd of stupefied people.

No one would have thought that the good-for-nothing scoundrel of the Mu Family would dare to say such blasphemous words.

The main thing is, it surprisingly did not anger His Majesty the Holy King, but rather he left with him?

Staring at the now-empty White Jade Dragon Chair, the entire venue was silent.

The mighty Gale Dragon Leopard had also disappeared, seemingly turning into a breeze and leaving.

Suddenly, out of the darkness behind the White Jade Dragon Chair, a tall and slender figure emerged. Clad entirely in black, holding a sword in his arms, his face was as cold as ice, without any expression.

He slowly approached, looking down on everyone. Finally, his gaze landed on Mu Xiong.

"Duke Mu, my master asked me to tell you that the little lord will return to the mansion on his own later. No need to worry." Gu Ya said coldly.

In his heart, however, he felt a deep annoyance.

In this world, there actually existed someone who could make his master handle matters so thoroughly?

If those people knew everything that happened here, it would probably cause a massive upheaval, shocking countless people.

Being named, Mu Xiong’s emotions were instantly a mixture of five flavors. Nevertheless, he respectfully clasped his fists in salute, as a gesture of gratitude for Gu Ya’s message.

Relying on power was contrary to the pride of the Mu Family.

But, Mu Qingge being favored by His Majesty the Holy King, allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief. As if, even if one day he could no longer protect this only remaining bloodline grandson, he wouldn’t be left to be slaughtered like fish on a chopping board.