The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

"Lord Atai, why do you want to meet with Crown Prince Xifeng? Crown Prince Xifeng brought 100,000 elite troops from the Liao capital to attack our tribe and kill you, sir. We should return directly to the capital to report to the Emperor. The matters in the Northwest have been settled..."

The soldier standing nearby asked in confusion.

Atai's expression changed slightly. He turned and glared coldly at the soldier, then sternly rebuked him, "Do you need to interfere when the lord is doing his job? Don't you want to live anymore?"

The soldier's expression changed, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.

Time passed slowly, and the rising sun gradually hung in the sky above the grassland, proudly overlooking the entire lush green grassland, while the game inside the pavilion was extremely tense.

Sikong Jin's previously relaxed brows were now slightly furrowed, her expression grave. Xi Fenglie, sitting opposite her, also had a tense face and deep gaze.

The chessboard was already densely packed with pieces, and every move was meticulously planned and fraught with danger.

"It has been a long time since I have encountered such a formidable opponent. Sikong Jin, if you were a citizen of my Great Liao, I would certainly give you an important position and make you my important strategist and military advisor!"

Xi Fenglie gave a cold laugh, but the chilling and murderous intent in his words intensified.

"I am honored by Your Highness's high regard, but I, Sikong Jin, do not follow just anyone. If Your Highness is willing to do me a favor and let me win this game, I might consider whether to bring my 40,000 soldiers to serve Your Highness," Sikong Jin said with a smile.

"Really? Then we'll see what the prize is for winning this game!"

Xi Fenglie picked up a black piece and looked at Sikong Jin with a cold smile. "However, it seems that you have no chance. Although you are a very strong opponent, which I greatly admire, your good luck ends here!"

'Bah! '

As the black piece fell onto the chessboard, a crisp cracking sound rang out. The entire chessboard shattered in all directions as the black piece fell from the west wind. A dozen or so white pieces leaped up, and with a flick of his sleeve, the leaping white pieces instantly transformed into streaks of white light, grazing the cool air and shooting towards Sikong Jin.

"Not necessarily!"

A powerful shout rang out.

Unexpectedly, Sikong Jin seemed to have been prepared for this long time. At the same time as Xifeng Lie launched those white pieces, she slammed her palm down on the chessboard on the table. The entire chessboard flew up and collided with the white pieces launched by Xifeng Lie. A cloud of foam rose from the air, and the chessboard shattered into pieces, which were scattered all over the ground along with the black and white pieces.

Amidst the rising dust, the two quickly clashed palms. A deafening roar was heard, and the stone table between them shattered from the clash of their inner energy. The two rose into the air, one in green and the other in white. The sound of the air being torn apart could be faintly heard. The atmosphere suddenly became tense and intense. The surrounding air currents seemed to be pulled by something, and began to turbulently twist and turn!

'Swoosh!'

Two clear whistling sounds suddenly came, and a crimson sword light flowed out from Sikong Jin's sleeve. At the same time, a silver cold light flashed from Xifeng Lie's waist. The silver light met the crimson arc of light and instantly burst out with thousands of clear lights that flashed alternately between blue and red.

Swords clashed, leaving endless afterimages. Within a few feet around the pavilion, a violent true energy enveloped everything, forcibly twisting the direction of the cascading light and refracting it into a distorted shadow.

The two combatants were indistinguishable, and all that could be seen were flashing bluish-white afterimages and crisscrossing silver-red arcs of light. Within a radius of several feet, even the sunlight that shone in was rendered invisible. The two were fighting extremely fast and intensely.

In the blink of an eye, over a hundred moves had passed, and the two were still evenly matched.

Neither side dared to step forward, and Atai and the others watched the scene with heavy expressions, secretly worried. However, they suppressed the unease rising in their chests and stared intently at the two people fighting outside the pavilion.

'Bah! '

Finally, after what seemed like the umpteenth move, a sudden, deafening roar filled the still, oppressive air. Xi Fenglie, using the force of his outward evasion, swung his sword and abruptly turned to face Sikong Jin, who was pursuing him. He secretly unleashed a palm strike with his right hand, but Sikong Jin simultaneously struck back with a palm strike, his entire body aimed directly at him—

‘Boom! ’

'Um! ’

'Ahem! '

After a deafening roar, dust billowed up as the two collided with lightning speed. Two muffled groans rang out simultaneously. Sikong Jin felt a sharp pain all over her body, her head throbbing and dizzy. Before she could even process it, she instinctively swung the Moon Soul sword in her hand and pressed it against Xifeng Lie's neck. At the same time, a sharp and icy pain shot through her shoulder, and she heard the sound of swords piercing flesh and bone!

Everything happened too fast. Xi Fenglie watched as his swift blade pierced Sikong Jin's shoulder, a cold smile playing on his lips. But before his smile could fade, almost the instant his blade pierced Sikong Jin's shoulder, a chill suddenly gripped his neck. A crimson glint flashed, and Sikong Jin's sword was already pressed tightly against his neck—

A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air, and Xi Fenglie could feel a faint warmth slowly trickling down his neck. Then, he suddenly felt all his strength draining away—

His sword was poisoned!

At this moment, the knife in his hand was still embedded in Sikong Jin's shoulder, and of course, his knife...

"grown ups!"

Atai and the others, who had been watching the battle, turned pale with fright upon seeing this scene. They trembled and hurriedly mounted their horses and charged forward. The West Wind Guard on the opposite side also turned ashen-faced and trembled as they watched this scene, rushing forward in a panic.

Xi Fenglie coughed a few times, his face pale, clearly injured by the palm strike the two had just exchanged. Si Kongjin was in no better condition, her face pale and bloodless, but her gaze sharp and piercing. The Moon Soul sword pressed against Xi Fenglie's neck was very powerful; if Xi Fenglie moved even slightly, the sharp blade would immediately sever his throat.

Xi Fenglie steadied himself and didn't move. Although his face was pale and unsightly, it was not hard to see that he still managed to remain calm. He glanced at the Moon Soul that Sikong Jin was pressing against his neck out of the corner of his eye, then looked down at the drops of blood dripping from Sikong Jin's shoulder along the sharp knife in his hand. Countless dark lights flashed alternately in his deep eyes, and his thin lips were pressed into a cold line.