The originally fearless Zhao Yuying was now somewhat nervous and didn’t dare move a muscle. Only when the thunderous footsteps had faded away in the distance did she heave a sigh of relief. She stretched her tense body and discovered that she was drenched in cold sweat.

She quietly wiped away the sweat on her brows and inhaled several times. After collecting herself and calming down, she stood up and kicked at the nearby mound of dirt. “How long are you going to play dead?”

Following a howl of pain, the earthen color receded from the pile of earth and Wei Potian was kicked out of his disguise. He rubbed his butt, crying, “Can’t you be more gentle? I’ll be dead from your kick before I die of shock from that six-armed monstrosity.”

“Look at yourself, scared like a chicken and not even daring to move. You even buried your face into the soil, how did the marquis even pick you as heir?” Zhao Yuying mocked.

Wei Potian wasn’t angry, however. “The moment I saw him, I knew I wasn’t his match. Even an ordinary divine champion will have to take a step back...