The young maids were so terrified that they collapsed on the ground, afraid to even run away lest the flashing knives and whirling swords accidentally fall upon them.
The fight was more like a one-sided massacre.
Even Prince Number Two felt his heart pound with trepidation; his bladder relaxed, and a yellowish liquid trickled down his trousers onto the ground.
"Where is she?" Sikong Mo's voice rose again, sounding to Prince Number Two's ears more like the call of the grim reaper.
"She... she... she was taken away by the Royal Residence..." Never in his life had Prince Number Two thought he would face such a humiliating moment.
"You'd better pray she's unharmed, otherwise..." Sikong Mo's inner strength suddenly surged, and with booming sounds, the entirety of Prince Number Two's great hall collapsed. The tiles and wood shavings didn't dare to fall near Sikong Mo; they were all repelled by the inner strength emanating from his body.
