“Your Highness, you can’t do that! If you get injured, how could we explain to his Majesty?!”

Luo Beiyu’s face was a little pale, but his expression was very firm. “Since I called her my Master, how could I allow Master to be humiliated while I did nothing?”

“Hehe… Who said you’re fighting?” Muyan said slowly.

Luo Beiyu was stunned and turned to look at Muyan. “If not me, who else? None of my guards have reached the Earth Level.”

Did Master want to do this personally?

As he thought this, Luo Beiyu saw a charming and evil smile curling up at Muyan’s mouth. “Xiaobao,” she said, “go make the bet for your Junior Martial Brother! Don’t take it lightly, or you’ll lose mommy!”

The boy standing beside Muyan with a delicate little face nodded. “Xiaobao won’t lose you to anyone, mommy!”

As he finished speaking, he took a few steps forward and stood in front of Gong Qianteng solemnly.

A dead silence came down and hung over everyone.

“Master… Master! Xiaobao is only four years old!” Luo Beiyu went a little out of his mind and screamed in an almost soprano-like pitch. “Gong Qianteng is an Earth-Level Warrior; he’ll never show mercy to a kid. You, you, you… How can you let Xiaobao…”

Gong Qianteng looked at Xiaobao, who was standing before his nose, and felt very humiliated.

He stared at Muyan ruthlessly while saying with a gloomy voice, “Are you looking for death?!”

“Master, let me fight. Even if I’m no match for Gong Qianteng, he won’t kill me because of my identity as the Prince Third of Chiyan State.” Luo Beiyu was so anxious that he wanted to run over and pull Xiaobao back.

Muyan squinted at him and found a stone to sit down calmly, wearing a leisurely expression on her face. “He’s just a weak paper tiger; Xiaobao will be enough to handle him! Or…”

Her long eyelashes quivered slightly. Then she raised her eyes and revealed a cold, indifferent light. “Your Highness, you’re the noble Prince Second of Jingcheng State, but you don’t dare to accept an invitation to duel from even a four-year-old child?”

“I don’t dare?!” Gong Qianteng was irritated to the point of laughing. “Good, good, you’re the first person whose courage I admire. In return, I’ll definitely torture this whelp to death later. I hope you’ll still be able to smile, hahahaha…”

“Master!” Luo Beiyu shouted again.

Then, however, in the blink of an eye, Gong Qianteng shaped his hand into claws with Mystic power surging wildly all over his body. He aimed at Xiaobao’s skull directly.

“Ah!” Luo Beiyu’s maidservant couldn’t help but turn her head with horror.

Gong Qianteng’s guards, though, laughed and waited to see the boy tortured by their prince.

After all, it was just a four-year-old boy.

Xiaobao just reached Gong Qianteng’s thighs.

Aside from Muyan, no one present would believe that Xiaobao was a match for Gong Qianteng.

They also thought that the child couldn’t even bear a single attack from Gong Qianteng.

However, Xiaobao stood on the spot and still retained a cold face.

Without panic, despair, or anger.

When Gong Qianteng’s claws reached to strike him with strong Mystic aura, Xiaobao suddenly stretched out his small, white and tender palm, pushing toward Gong Qianteng gently.

Bang! A huge noise resounded!

The wind danced wildly in Forest Mist and leaves flew high with thick fog flowing around.