Murong Ziyan turned to look at Hu Qiushui, a fierce murderous intent flashing in her beautiful eyes. Her eyebrows arched, and she angrily shouted, "You shameless wretch, what on earth are you up to? How dare you sow discord and stir up trouble here!"

Upon seeing this, the Third Prince slowly stood up from his seat and asked with a stern face, "Oh? Is this true? Fellow Daoist Jiang, I wonder how you can explain this?" He stared at Jiang Feng with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to find some clues from the other's expression.

Jiang Feng secretly groaned inwardly, knowing that the Third Prince was clearly looking for trouble, but the situation was pressing, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and respond, "Your Highness, it was Hu Qiushui who was so aggressive and provoked me repeatedly that day that I was so angry that I couldn't help but refute him. I hope Your Highness will be discerning and not listen to the slanderous words of this villain!"

Hu Qiushui laughed heartily upon hearing this, and sneered sarcastically, "Humph, it was you who first spoke such arrogant words, and now you are denying them. You are such a coward, you are not even a real man at all!"

Murong Ziyan could no longer suppress her anger and shouted angrily: "You Hu Qiu Shui, stop slandering me! If you don't give me an explanation today, you will be in big trouble!" Before she finished speaking, a powerful and domineering pressure suddenly burst out from her body, sweeping towards Hu Qiu Shui like a surging tide.

At the same time, a cold snort echoed, and another equally powerful pressure suddenly erupted from the body of an old man behind the Third Prince. It collided fiercely with Murong Ziyan's pressure, stirring up invisible ripples. For a moment, the atmosphere in the entire scene was extremely tense, as if it was about to explode.