My Otherworldly Shura Field

Chapter 80 I was scared

"What?!" Upon hearing Rubia say that she was coming to rescue people, the two exclaimed in disbelief, looking at Rubia with strange eyes, as if to say, "Do you still think you're a high and mighty princess? Are you an idiot?"

"It seems our princess has had too much to drink. Let us two brothers help you sober up, okay? Don't worry, we'll be very gentle, hehe." The two didn't realize that Rubia was serious, and their eyes became even more predatory.

How dare they flirt with Rubia? These two are simply asking for trouble.

A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs. But is this tiger really someone a dog can bully? It would be strange if it wasn't eaten to pieces.

"Insubordination deserves death!" Rubia's face darkened, and she drew her longsword, sweeping it horizontally with fluid movements as fast as lightning.

A red light flashed, a line of blood. The person closest to Rubia felt a stinging pain in his throat. The next moment, he suddenly lost consciousness, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, his life extinguished.

One sword kills one man, and he dies.

That person died without ever knowing how he died, without even a chance to regret it; his death was incredibly frustrating.

However, the other man saw it all clearly. His companion was killed with a single sword strike, without even a chance to resist. His body began to tremble. He was overcome with lust and forgot about Rubia's strength. How could they, as insignificant characters, possibly afford to offend her? He must have been incredibly audacious.

However, there's no going back in life, and spilled water can't be taken back. He suddenly felt the threat of death.

"Your Highness, I know I was wrong. I am not a wolf. Please, Your Highness, have mercy and spare my life! Waaah..." Just a minute ago, this dignified seven-foot-tall man was arrogant and looked down on everyone, but in the blink of an eye, he was so scared that he wet his pants and knelt down in front of Rubia, wailing and begging for mercy.

Even gods fear death, let alone an ordinary member of the Wolf Fang tribe. For him, living is more important than anything else.

"Hmph! Didn't you say you wanted me, the princess, to have some fun with you? Now you know you regret it." Rubia's expression was indifferent, and her tone was extremely cold. If she didn't have the strength, her fate would be predictable.

"Your Highness, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Please be merciful and let me go, just treat me like a fart!" The man continued to beg for mercy, crawling and tumbling to Rubia for a lesson, like a dog, completely devoid of the ferocity a wolf should have.

"Cut off your own arm, then get lost!" Rubia ultimately didn't kill him, casually throwing the longsword in her hand to the ground, her meaning clear.

As a fellow member of the Wolf Fang Clan, she wasn't as cold-blooded and ruthless as them. In any case, those who had spoken rudely had already been killed by her sword, and she had vented her anger. There was no need to exterminate them all. Cutting off one of her own arms was enough.

"Yes, yes, yes, Your Highness, I will do as Your Highness says to spare my life." The man was moved to tears, nodding repeatedly as he picked up the longsword from the ground with trembling hands. However, a strange smile crept onto his lips.

"Die, you bitch!" He gripped the sword hilt with both hands and suddenly thrust his fingers upwards, aiming to pierce Rubia from bottom to top! But could this guy be doing this on purpose? Because the spot he aimed at was utterly inhumane.

Rubia's face turned pale instantly, completely unprepared for the sudden attack.

In an instant, she understood that the man was acting and had no intention of begging for mercy at all. It was ridiculous that she had actually believed him. She had to admit that his acting skills were too superb; it would be a shame if he didn't win an award for Best Actor.

A sense of despair welled up inside her. At such close range, she had no way to dodge. Suddenly, she felt like she had shot herself in the foot.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, Rubia felt a chill beneath her skirt, and a force flew between her legs, shattering the rising longsword in two. With overwhelming force, it pierced the man's head in an instant, and crimson blood mixed with white substance splattered all over the ground.

The man's expression remained frozen in time. He racked his brains but couldn't figure out why, why a beam of light suddenly shot out from between Rubia's legs and killed him. Why? He was unwilling to accept it, but this was only his last wisp of consciousness. His consciousness dissipated, and another corpse appeared on the ground.

Rubia snapped out of her shock, feeling as if she had lost all feeling in her body. She tightened her legs and plopped down on the ground.

A chill ran between her legs. Looking down, she saw a hole the size of a thumb in her pleated skirt. Her face turned pale as she recalled that the murderous glint had passed right between her legs.

But what if it misses?

She couldn't believe it; she had suffered a tremendous mental shock, felt as if she had walked on the edge of death, and was still shaken.

"Oh dear! Oh dear! Looks like my aim was pretty good after all!" At this moment, Lucifer walked up to Rubia with a smile, put his hands behind his back, and looked righteous and awe-inspiring, giving off the feeling of a hero saving a damsel in distress.

"Waaah!" Rubia suddenly sprang up and pounced on Lucifer, bursting into tears. Under the threat of death, she was afraid. No matter how strong she appeared, she was still just a woman. At this moment, her defenses were breached, and she could no longer be strong.

"Holy crap! A female hooligan!" Lucifer panicked a bit, completely not expecting that Rubia would actually be pushed down by him. However, to his dismay, the more he struggled, the tighter Rubia clung to him, as if grasping at a lifeline, refusing to let go no matter what. Lucifer felt like his ribs were about to be broken.

I wanted to roar to the heavens, "What did you eat to grow up like that? You're so strong!"

It's okay for you to cry, but don't gamble with my life! My fragile body can't take your abuse.

Dying under a peony is a romantic death, but I haven't even had a chance to be romantic before I'm doomed, damn it!

Help! Someone's dead!

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