Chapter 1784

Zhao Hao sighed, "Alas, I merely wished to help you, yet you refuse. If you won't comply, I can't force you—yet if you resist so fiercely, even if I wanted to take you by force, you'd die before submitting. Wouldn't that be a terrible loss for me?"

Li Shiqing snorted coldly; she knew Zhao Hao was no mere shameless noble brat—he was also extremely skilled in Wu Gong, and she might not be his match.

"Zhao Hao, don't forget—I'm a disciple of Huang Shang. If you kill me, he will never let this go," Li Shiqing threatened.

"Who am I afraid of? Your master? Hmph… your master is nothing," Zhao Hao boasted. "What's Huang Shang? Can he stand against the entire imperial court?"

Zhao Hao's arrogance enraged Li Shiqing. She knew full well how terrifying her Master was—Huang Shang's Wu Gong was peerless, among the top masters in the realm. Even if Zhao Hao's lineage reached the heavens, his father Zhao Dezhao might still not be Huang Shang's equal.

"Are you so certain your father can win? Do you even know how high my Master's Wu Gong reaches?" Li Shiqing asked.

Zhao Hao said coolly, "He's merely a worthless Great Master realm cultivator—what's there to be proud of?"

Li Shiqing's eyes narrowed—Zhao Hao knew her Master's cultivation level.

Zhao Hao continued, "If you doubt it, try it out—see whether your Master is stronger or I am."

Li Shiqing hesitated. Though she knew her Master was powerful, Zhao Hao was the Crown Prince of Zhou—what if he summoned elite warriors?

Seeing her hesitation, Zhao Hao smiled slyly. "Miss Li, you're a disloyal friend—abandoning your own companion? How despicable and shameless."

Li Shiqing glared coldly at Zhao Hao—this man was utterly brazen.

Zhao Hao pointed at Li Shiqing's arm. "Look—your arm is wounded. Can you still move?"

Li Shiqing looked down—her arm was injured. Her internal Qi had drained severely; her combat power had plummeted.

Zhao Hao sneered. "From your appearance, you're still a virgin. Since that's the case, I'll be kind to the end—I'll give you a blissful night."

"Pah!" Li Shiqing spat out the grass clippings from her mouth and cried sharply, "You dare not!"

She had not been blinded by lust—she believed that if she held out, Zhao Hao would eventually give up. After all, she was the Emperor's favorite concubine—how dare he act recklessly?

Zhao Hao shrugged. "I've made my decision. What are you waiting for? Drag her back to warm the bed—I'm sleeping with a beauty tonight."

The two guards behind Zhao Hao immediately leered, grabbing Zhao Yun—one on each side.