My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

In his perspective, Achir was a clan sister nurtured by His Highness Asi from the Lower Star Domain. In terms of closeness, she undoubtedly surpassed the legitimate princesses of the Underworld State.

Even if Achir didn’t hold the title of a princess, she was, in fact, a princess!

Di’ao’s understanding was on point. Thanks to His Highness Asi and his foster father, Ahon, the Nether Province Emperor had officially conferred Achir with the title of princess through a decree issued by the Matrix Viscount.

Achir unquestionably had the privilege to be assertive.

With this resolve, Di’ao lifted his robe and positioned himself in front of Qi Xuanxuan, hands on his hips.

“How dare you display such insolence and disrespect toward the Princess of the Nether Province? It’s high time you learned a lesson!”

The muscles on Di’ao’s arms subtly bulged as a water arrow streaked towards Qi Xuanxuan’s face.

Duanmu Xuanxuan stared coolly at the approaching water arrow, abruptly pulling Qi Xuanxuan behind her. She raised her hand, deftly catching the projectile.

Observers watched in awe as the water arrow was clamped between her two fingers, creating a resounding clang in the air.

With a sharp crack, the arrow transformed into mist and dispersed into the atmosphere.

Di’ao’s expression shifted slightly, his gaze turning into a glare aimed at the unexpected interloper, Duanmu Qing.

Duanmu Qing appeared deceptively youthful, making it quite challenging to discern his true cultivation level.

Unbeknownst to Di’ao, Duanmu Qing’s current cultivation level exceeded his own by a single grade, as he was a level-12 grand spiritual cultivator.

Naturally, Di’ao couldn’t gauge Duanmu’s cultivation level.

Observing the escalating confrontation, Turbo rushed forward in an attempt to defuse the situation. “Everybody, please, let’s calm down.”

Qi Xuanxuan’s delicate features were still flushed with anger. “You all witnessed it. This person tried to take my life just now.”

Little Fatty, with a stern countenance, chimed in, “Since they initiated hostilities, let’s respond in kind.”

Achir screeched, “You’re all rebelling!”

Without further ado, Qi Xuanxuan summoned her golden-fur lion from the spiritual beast space.

Upon its manifestation, the golden-fur lion occupied more than half of the room, sending Achir retreating in shock until she was cornered.

“You impudent wretch! Do you think others lack spiritual beasts?” Achir shouted, poised to summon her own spiritual beast.

Qi Xuanxuan pointed at her and commanded, “Subdue that foul-mouthed woman!”

The golden-fur lion unleashed a fierce roar and lunged forward with a swiftness, aiming directly for Achir’s face.

“Ah!” Achir felt a gust of wind and hastily summoned her own spiritual beast.

To her surprise, it materialized as an old turtle that positioned itself in front of her, bearing the full brunt of the golden-fur lion’s claw with a loud impact.

There was a sharp, resonant sound as the golden-fur lion’s claw seemed to have struck an iron surface, recoiling in pain.

“Ah!” Although Achir had summoned the old turtle to defend against the attack, the immense force pushed her towards a long table near the window.

The table had already been shattered by the shockwave, and as Achir pressed on the air, she staggered, almost colliding headfirst with the wall..