Strongest Eccentric Consort

"Alright! Miss Lou… No matter what, we can't lose!"

Crown Prince Yu solemnly said.

"I am also from Tian Zhao. My close ones are in Tian Zhao too," Lou Qianxue calmly said.

A general at the side profusely nodded. "Miss Lou has a high cultivation. She will surely win."

At the same time.

In the Nandu army…

The Nandu general's face had become pale. He turned around and slowly walked back. A trail of blood from the corner of his mouth kept dripping down.

"Cough… Cough…" He hugged his chest and said in a deep voice, "If nothing changes, Tian Zhao will be sending out that woman for the next round."

The area was silent all around. All the generals and soldiers worriedly looked at him in silence.

"Elder Tong." The Nandu General's eyes fell on the dark old man, who had murdered some soldiers just a while ago. "We'll leave that woman to you!"

"Hahaha! Rest assured, General Wen. I will definitely deliver what I promised to you!"

The old man walked forward with a stick.

He was humble, thin, and cold, but everyone could feel a faint sense of extreme danger on him.

"This is the master the general had invited from afar. He's also the expert with the highest cultivation among us!" The cultivators from both the North and the South of the Nandu Nation looked at the back of the old man with fear.

"If nothing goes wrong, the Nandu Nation is going to win after this match ends!"

Everyone watched as the old man went forward.

However, the Nandu General's body shook, his face turned pale, and he fell over…

"General!"

"General!!!" the Nandu Nation's soldiers shouted in shock!

The general was also confused. He immediately asked the doctors to check his pulse.

"General has been fighting for many years and has accumulated many hidden injuries in his body. After getting hurt this time, a relapse occurred with his past conditions."

"Then what can we do? At a time like this, there's no way we can do without the general!"

"In that case, I will give the general an injection. After half an hour, the general will be able to wake up!"

While the Nandu army was in chaos, Lou Qianxue slowly stepped forward and saw a thin, gloomy old man on the opposite side. She frowned. "I don't want to bully an old man. Get someone else!"

"Tsk! Brat, what big words you use!" A cold and sinister glow flashed past Elder Tong's eyes. "You're just at the peak level of the Mystic Martial Realm, and you think you can bully me? You're asking for death!"

"Although that woman is only at the peak level of the Mystic Martial Realm, her power is not any lower than that of a Heavenly Martial Realm expert. After calculating the destructive power of the woman that night, General guessed that her power is above the Heavenly Martial Realm. That's why he specially invited Elder Tong here!"

The northern master said in a deep voice as he looked at Lou Qianxue in the distance with fright. He had experienced the night when the food repositories were burnt.

"The peak of the Mystic Martial Realm? Destructive power above the Heavenly Martial Realm? You're so good at boasting!" The southern master dismissed his words. "Let me see how powerful that woman is. So… this… this…"

The southern master raised his head and saw a cold and beautiful girl in white clothes on the battlefield. The words he was about to say got stuck in his throat, and shock and fright appeared on his face.

"L-L-Lou Qianxue!"

Xia Qingyun, the young master of Qingshui Villa, was watching the Nandu General when the southern master screamed. He looked at him and said, "Miss Lou isn't even here. What are you screaming for? If Miss Lou were here, why would they need Elder Tong to take any action? She, alone, can…"

"No! That's not it, Lord Xia! Lou Qianxue! Quick! Look! Isn't that… Lou Qianxue?"

Gu Yang from the Gu Xian Palace trembled. His face turned pale, and he tugged at Xia Qingyun's sleeves.

"Huh? Are you saying that Miss Lou is here?" Xia Qingyun was shocked and confused.

When he looked up, he saw the Tian Yuan Sect, the Mo Xiu Sect, and his younger sister all around him. The faces of the southern masters became very strange.

They looked alarmed and fearful as if they were about to face a strong enemy. Their bodies stiffened as if they were ready to escape at the next moment.