Chapter 772: Last Disciple 2

As soon as Fairy Yanxia spoke, Li Yaoyao's hopes instantly plummeted to the bottom of the abyss.

Li Yaoyao looked at Great Master Rong Yun on the verge of tears: "Master…"

Hadn't the Great Master clearly favored her? Hadn't the Great Master valued her the most?

Clearly, as long as he said a single word, she could avoid the fate of following that Vicious Witch, but—

"Let's go!" Fairy Yanxia sneered coldly, grabbing Li Yaoyao to leave.

At this final moment, Li Yaoyao didn't know where she found the strength, but she struggled to break free from Fairy Yanxia's hand and shouted angrily, "I'm not going! I won't go with you!"

However, Fairy Yanxia was a top-tier powerhouse on par with Great Master Rong Yun; how could Li Yaoyao simply refuse to go if she didn't want to?

Fairy Yanxia grabbed Li Yaoyao, yet Li Yaoyao struggled desperately to break free.

Right at this critical moment—

The veil on Li Yaoyao's face suddenly fell off.

"Ah—!!!"

In the Golden Throne Hall, it was unknown who first let out that piercing scream.

Then, everyone's eyes converged on Li Yaoyao.

At this moment, Li Yaoyao also realized her veil had fallen, and she subconsciously covered her face in panic.

However, on her face, which had been scratched by the Little Divine Dragon, the crisscrossing wounds were so clear and distinct that one look would make them unforgettable forever.

"No, no, no!" Li Yaoyao nearly collapsed as she covered her face, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Everyone stared blankly at Li Yaoyao, their gazes filled with shock, sympathy, pity, and regret… How could the Yaochi Fairy bear such looks?

She turned around and was about to run out.

But Fairy Yanxia raised her long sleeve, and a green vine shot out, wrapping directly around her slender waist.

The Yaochi Fairy flipped through the air, and when she landed, she was bound by the green vines like a wooden post, leaving only her scarred, crisscrossed face exposed.

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go quickly!" Li Yaoyao cried out in desperation, tears streaming down her face.

With her appearance exposed in public like this, how could she ever show her face again?

"What a pity… A face that was once beautiful enough to topple cities and kingdoms is now… *sigh*."

"The once elegant and refined Yaochi Fairy can only be called the Scarred Fairy now."

"With such deep wounds, I wonder if they can even be healed."

"With Great Master Rong Yun here, are you still worried it can't be cured?"

For a moment, the crowd was abuzz with discussion, but their eyes remained fixed on the Yaochi Fairy, afraid to miss this scene, fearing they would never have the chance to see it again.

Seeing Li Yaoyao being bullied like this, Li Yaoxiang's eyes erupted with fury. He pointed his finger at her and said, "Fairy Yanxia, don't go too far! Don't forget, you are still on the Wanted List!"

Fairy Yanxia's flaming red lips curled into a cold sneer. "So what if I'm on the Wanted List? What can you possibly do to me?"

She flicked her sleeve, her posture graceful yet exuding an overbearing queen-like dominance.

Li Yaoxiang suddenly felt as if he had a bone stuck in his throat, unable to decide whether to curse or stay silent.

After all, he was the leader of the group currently in the Imperial Capital, yet he was absolutely no match for Fairy Yanxia.

Fairy Yanxia turned to look at Li Yaoyao and snorted coldly with a frown, "Cry again, and I'll carve up your face!"

Great Master Rong Yun couldn't bear to watch any longer. He took a bottle of ointment from his wide sleeve and tossed it to Fairy Yanxia: "She is already your Disciple; treat her well from now on."

What Great Master Rong Yun threw over was a bottle of ointment for treating disfigurement.

Li Yaoyao watched the porcelain bottle fly in an arc into Fairy Yanxia's hand, her eyes erupting with a look of intense longing.