Upon hearing this, the slave trader immediately said to the woman:
"Quick, shout it out a few times!"
The woman glanced at the slave trader indifferently, but remained standing without saying a word.
This wasn't the first time the slave trader had seen a woman remain silent. No matter how fierce her temper was, he would tame her with his whip!
The slave trader flicked his long whip and swung it at the woman.
The long whip, carrying a strong wind, was about to strike the woman.
To everyone's surprise, the woman actually reached out and caught the long whip steadily.
Even as the whip drew blood from her hand, she didn't even flinch, gripping it firmly.
With a forceful pull, the woman yanked the whip back.
The crowd erupted in uproar; it was the first time they had ever seen a slave dare to rebel.
"You! How dare you! You actually dared to snatch my whip!" The slave trader had never seen anyone who could take his whip and even snatch it away before, and he was both anxious and angry.
The woman raised an eyebrow at the slave trader. If he dared to hit her, why didn't she dare to snatch his whip?
The woman held the long whip in her hand, and a familiar feeling immediately surged from her palm to her brain. Almost subconsciously, she skillfully wielded the whip.
The once soft whip, now in the woman's hand, was like a giant dragon brought to life, roaring as it lashed out at the slave trader.
The slave trader's eyes widened. The whip came so fast and fiercely that he was caught off guard and took the blow squarely to the face.
A bloody gash immediately appeared on the slave trader's face, and he cried out in pain, clutching his face.
Everyone was stunned by the woman's behavior!
Many onlookers, eager for a good show, shouted for the woman to continue her attack.
Others felt that the slave owner's authority had been challenged, and were unhappy, just waiting for the slave traders to subdue them.
Huyan Sai, dressed in civilian clothes, also came here.
He heard the shouts of the crowd and turned his head curiously to look. He saw a crowd gathered not far away, seemingly watching something exciting.
Huyan Sai lifted his foot to walk in that direction, but the attendant behind him called out to him and whispered:
“Your Majesty, that looks like a slave market. How can someone of your noble status go to such a lowly place?”
Huyan Sai waved his hand and said, "It's alright."
The servant had no choice but to shut his mouth and follow Huyan Sai over.
Huyan Sai's tall figure walked through the crowd, exuding an inexplicable domineering aura that made people instinctively give way to him.
As Huyan Sai approached, he saw a woman with a face covered in mud and ash, whipping several slave traders beside an iron cage containing slaves.
Huyan Sai stood there, stunned. The woman's movements in front of him merged with the movements of the woman in his memory, and they were exactly the same!
It was her!
Huyan Sai felt as if his heart was being squeezed by a pair of large hands, making it hard for him to breathe.
The woman initially gained the upper hand thanks to her skill in wielding the whip, but as the slave traders split up and launched their attacks, she gradually found herself outmatched.
The slave trader who was first whipped in the face took advantage of the woman's inattention, pulled out a dagger from his waist, and stabbed the woman in the back.
Huyan Sai didn't even blink as he rushed straight over and grabbed the sharp dagger.
The veins on the back of Huyan Sai's hand bulged from the exertion, and blood flowed down from his palm along the dagger, but he seemed not to feel any pain, and his eyes suddenly turned to the slave trader.
The slave trader froze, his deep eyes burning with fury as if he wanted to incinerate him.
While the slave trader was stunned, Huyan Sai raised his thick, long leg and kicked the slave trader in the chest, sending him flying far away.
Huyan Sai's attendants then dealt with the remaining slave traders.
The woman, holding the whip, turned to look at the man who was helping her, her gaze remaining unwavering.
The man in front of her still had blood dripping from his hands and exuded a ferocious aura like a wild wolf. He stared intently at her with a complex expression.
It was as if he were staring at prey, or as if he were staring at a hated enemy.
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