The funny counterattack of traveling through time and space and becoming a vicious female supporting

Chapter 235 Personal Grudge

"Hurry, don't let her continue to bounce!" A man in black struggled hard and wanted to rush towards Feng Xinying, but was shocked back a few steps by the strong sound wave, with a look of pain on his face.

Feng Xinying's gaze remained firm, unfazed as she continued to play the passionate melody. The sound waves surged in all directions like a tide, completely disturbing the enemy's minds. Under the influence of the sound waves, the men in black became uneasy and unable to concentrate on the battle.

"A fatal blow!" As the final note reached a high pitch, Feng Xinying channeled her inner energy into the instrument. The sound waves converged into a powerful force, bearing down on the purple-robed figure and his men. In that instant, it felt as if the entire hillside were shaking. Wherever the sound waves passed, the enemies collapsed, unable to fight any further.

Seeing that the situation was clear, Gu Yichen whispered to Lu Linger, "We can take action now." He no longer hesitated, turned around and rushed towards a man in black who had lost his ability to fight. With a flash of sword, he quickly ended the opponent's threat.

Lu Ling'er's heart surged with excitement, and she followed Gu Yichen's lead, charging forward. A resolute glint shone in her eyes, determined to secure victory for herself and those around her. As Feng Xinying's music continued, the battle intensified, and the black-clad men's formation began to crumble.

"We must seize this opportunity and completely crush them!" Gu Yichen roared, his gaze as resolute as steel. Mo Yan, Ji Junche, Yun Ruoxi, Yun Ruolin, and the others around him responded, charging with all their might towards the men in black.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were filled with courage and faith, as if the music was not only disturbing the enemy, but also inspiring them, gathering into an invisible force and moving towards victory.

The sound of Feng Xinying's music gradually faded on the hillside. As the music ended, the surrounding black-clad men were almost completely exhausted and fell to the ground. At this moment, a figure, using Qinggong skills, slowly descended and landed in front of the purple-robed man. The aura was so powerful that it was intimidating.

Feng Jingsu, dressed in a dark brocade robe, looked dashing and dashing, his steps steady and powerful. He walked up to the purple-robed figure, his chin slightly raised, his gaze sharp as a sword, staring directly at him. "Long Lin, how are you? Why are you causing trouble on my territory? Could it be that the Emperor was dissatisfied with the fact that my eldest brother, Feng Jingxuan, the Prince of Zhennan, personally escorted the Third Prince and the rebels back to the capital, and so he sent you to cover their retreat?" His tone was filled with disdain, clearly indicating that he did not take the purple-robed figure seriously.

As the commander of Emperor Yuande's Dragon Guard, Long Lin naturally understood Feng Jingsu's words and understood that he was suggesting that he leave the Prince of Zhennan's fiefdom. Long Lin frowned slightly, appearing somewhat displeased, but he didn't show any obvious emotion. Instead, he sneered, his eyes flashing with a sinister light.

"Feng Jingsu, there is no need to mention the grudge between you and me. I am here today only on orders and have no other intentions." Long Lin responded lightly, trying to straighten his position, but he knew that in the face of such a powerful existence as the Feng family, his identity and status seemed insignificant in front of them.

Feng Jingsu chuckled and said nonchalantly, "Are you here on orders? Ridiculous. I think you just want to cause trouble on my Feng family's territory. Have you forgotten the reputation of the King of Zhennan?" His words were mixed with provocation, his eyes were like torches, and he was not afraid at all.

At this time, the surrounding fighting gradually subsided, and Gu Yichen, Lu Ling'er, and others began to move closer to Feng Jingsu, their hearts filled with trust in the third son of the King of Zhennan. Feng Xinying, standing aside, felt a sense of relief when she saw her brother appear, and smiled slightly, as if she knew he would resolve this crisis for them.

Long Lin's expression darkened. He was well aware of the Feng family's power in the capital, but the current situation made it impossible for him to retreat. "Feng Jingsu, you underestimate my resolve. This isn't the end of the matter today. The grudge between you and me will continue in the future." His voice was cold, unyielding, and fierce.

Feng Jingsu narrowed his eyes, secretly pondering how to resolve this situation. "If you're looking for trouble, let's see who has the last laugh today." He took a slight step forward, and a tense atmosphere instantly spread, as if even the air was tense.

"Come on, let me see what you can do!" Feng Jingsu's voice was loud and firm.

Everyone around held their breath, the atmosphere instantly tense. The sound waves still echoed in the air, the aftermath of the battle still lingering, seeming to foreshadow a greater conflict to come.