c310: 310 Minister under the Skirt (32) (2)

How could there be two identical Jun Chuzhengs?

“Father,” Chu Yingyu rushed forward in a few steps, “This woman, I don’t know where she comes from. She wears my face and claims to be called Jun Chuzheng. Father, you cannot believe her; she’s an impostor.”

Chu Yingyu seized the initiative, pinning a high hat of impersonation on Chuzheng.

The Jun Family Head knew Chu Yingyu well; her tone and demeanor were exactly as he remembered, so when Chu Yingyu spoke, the Jun Family Master was already ninety percent convinced.

“Who are you, and why are you impersonating my Jun Family’s young miss!”

The Jun Family Head rebuked her sharply, his voice laden with profound power that surged towards Chuzheng like a tidal wave.

A blizzard swept past, the oppressive feeling like a mountain crashing down.

Chuzheng: “…” So many people bullying one small pitiable girl, don’t you have any shame!

Silver light weaved and danced around Chuzheng, simply creating a protective shield around her.

The Jun Family Head realized the woman opposite him was still standing firm, unaffected, and his expression immediately turned ugly.

“Who exactly are you? Where is the person from the Xie Family?”

Chuzheng didn’t want to waste words with them. Silver light flew from her sleeves, accompanied by the snowstorm, and struck directly at the Jun Family Head.

The Jun Family Head had a sense of danger and dodged to the side quickly.

The man behind him suddenly vanished into thin air, swept away by the blizzard without leaving a trace.

Jun Family Head: “…”

Murong Family Head: “…”

Chu Yingyu was the first to make a move, her Xuan Qi sweeping the blizzard towards Chuzheng. Chuzheng dodged with agility, leaping onto the ruins from high above.

Xuan Qi came in rapid succession.

“Don’t kill her; catch her and find out where the Xie Family person is!” the Murong Family Head shouted.

However, the Murong Family Head soon realized it wasn’t a matter of whether they could kill her or not, but they couldn’t even touch the hem of her garment.

And there were always things appearing out of nowhere, dragging people into the snow.

Totally unpredictable.

“This girl is spooky,” the Murong Family Head and Jun Family Head said to each other as they joined forces. So many people couldn’t handle one woman; who would believe it if they told?

“Be careful, she might have a Divine Artifact in her hand,” the Jun Family Head said gravely.

Bang—

A body crashed into the ruins, stirring up scorched clods of earth and snow particles.

Chuzheng’s gaze swept towards the Jun Family Head.

The Good Person Card said to deal with the Jun Family… so she would start with him.

“Be careful!”

“She’s going over there!”

“Family Head!”

Several loud shouts echoed through the snowstorm, and the figures of people became increasingly blurry amidst the strengthening blizzard.

The Jun Family Head knew Chuzheng was coming, but he couldn’t see her.

The Jun Family Head stomped on the ground, and his Xuan Qi spread out like a spider web, its overbearing force causing those around him to scatter in terror.

The blizzard suddenly paused, eerily floating in the air.

The whole space quieted down.

The Jun Family Head had activated an Enclosed Domain.

This Enclosed Domain was nothing like the one Chuzheng had encountered before; it was countless times stronger.

The ice and snow slowly solidified into ice spears capable of attacking people.

Chuzheng could not see the Jun Family Head, but the sharp end of the ice spears were aimed at her.

Chuzheng raised her hand, and silver light appeared around her. As the ice spears shot towards her, the silver light streaked out, knocking down each ice spear.

“The little girl has some skills, but sadly, she is still far from enough,” the voice of the Jun Family Head sounded, “This is my Enclosed Domain; you’re not my match. Surrender if you want to live.”

Silver light clashed with ice spears, and Chuzheng stood there, calmly watching.

The voice of the Jun Family Head rose again: “I’m rather curious about the Divine Artifact in your hand.”

“Divine Artifact?” Chuzheng’s tone was icy as frost: “This damn thing says you’re a Divine Artifact.”

The silver light in the air formed a hand that slowly raised its middle finger.

“It’s complimenting you,” Chuzheng added.

The middle finger abruptly pointed downward.