readsfreenovel Chapter 183
Chapter 183
Xue Qingheng simply stood in front of Nangong Jiuyan, looking at her without saying a word.
Nalan Jingwen clenched his fists, bracing himself against the disrupted Xuan power, and flung out the Thousand Silk Blade from his wrist, heading towards Nangong Jiuyan.
She tried her best, but no matter how fast she was, she couldn't outrun Xue Qingheng.
Another palm strike was unleashed, shattering the profound energy gathered on the Thousand Silk Blades once more. The powerful force forced her to cough up another mouthful of blood, staggering backward and barely managing to support herself.
Jingchi tried to help her, but Xue Qingheng slapped him away, leaving him defenseless and unconscious.
Nalan Jingwen then realized just how vast the gap was between them.
But why?! Why did he save Nangong Jiuyan?!
He gathered all his profound energy in his palm, whipping up pebbles and mud, and roared as he struck Xue Qingheng, "Why did you save her?! Why do you insist on opposing me?!"
The two forces clashed, sending pebbles and dirt flying everywhere, tumbling and dancing in the air until they were no longer visible.
Nalan Jingwen was driven to madness, her heart and soul were breaking, and no one could stop her from killing Nangong Jiuyan!
Xue Qingheng frowned slightly, his five fingers clenched, trying to push her away, but Nalan Jingwen's frenzied power blocked him back. Even though his meridians were shattered and blood kept gushing from his mouth, he did not retreat a single step, but instead pressed closer and closer.
Xue Qingheng tried to withdraw his strength, but Nalan Jingwen beat him to it and waved his hand, sending all the mud and sand flying towards him, staining his snow-white robes.
His face darkened with anger, and he took a few steps back.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, she suddenly stepped forward, once again channeling her scattered profound energy, and flung out the Thousand Silk Blades, which wrapped around Nangong Jiuyan's neck.
Before she could exert any force, the white figure reappeared before her eyes. His eyes were no longer indifferent, but flashed with firelight as he struck her chest with his palm.
Nalan Jingwen lost his grip on the Thousand Silk Blade, his body flying out, gushing blood spraying onto his jade-like face, his white jade-like face speckled with her blood.
She fell far away, her vision blurring, and she was too weak to get up. She looked at him, stubbornly refusing to faint.
Xue Qingheng raised her hand, her jade-like fingers gently wiping away the blood from her face. Her knuckles were distinct, and her fingertips were stained with specks of red plum blossoms, creating an eerie and poignant beauty.
"Xue Qingheng, I have no grudge against you, so why do you insist on opposing me!"
Xue Qingheng raised her eyes, her expression aloof and indifferent, like a fairy.
"You cannot kill her. I promised Nangong Shiyu."
"What utter nonsense! You'd better kill me today, or I will kill her, and you too!"
She was burning with rage, feeling as if a hole had been torn in her chest, the pain draining all her strength, yet she still stared intently at him.
"I will definitely kill her! I will go to heaven and earth, even if I have to defy the heavens and all the gods and Buddhas, I swear, she will die by my hand!!"
"And you too! Xue Qingheng!!"
Nangong Jiuyan stared at her in horror, forgetting even to struggle or groan. He froze, stunned by the overwhelming hatred in her eyes.
Xue Qingheng's expression remained unchanged as he looked at her indifferently and said, "Once Nangong Shiyu ascends the throne, I will hand her over to you."
"I can't wait that long. I'm going to kill her now!!"
Xue Qingheng's robes fluttered, and even though the snow-white hem was stained with mud and sand, it still couldn't taint his temperament with the slightest trace of worldly dust.
"Not now."
Nalan Jingwen looked at his aloof face and suddenly laughed, a laugh that made Xue Qingheng frown slightly.
Do you think I would do something I'm not sure of?
"Xue Qingheng, do you think you have everything in the world under your control? Aren't you far too arrogant?!"
Xue Qingheng paused slightly and turned to look at Nangong Jiuyan.
Black blood kept gushing from her mouth, and her severed limbs gradually corroded, making a sizzling sound.
Nangong Jiuyan looked terrified but was unable to make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as his internal organs were corroded.
Nalan Jingwen sneered, "I have said it before, Nangong Jiuyan will definitely die by my hand."
Originally, the intention was to push her off a cliff so she could experience the despair Liu Qishan had felt, but now it seems that's no longer possible.
Xue Qingheng walked towards her and extended his hand, "The antidote."
What makes you think I will give it to you?
Xue Qingheng remained silent, reaching into her arms. Nalan Jingwen mustered all his strength to stand up, his profound energy surging, and struck Xue Qingheng.
With a flick of her sleeve, two forces collided in mid-air. The powerful force threw her away again, aggravating her injuries. The wounds she had just sustained became even more painful. Her body barely touched the ground before she touched the ground again with her toes, pushing her speed to the limit, almost to the point of madness.
We absolutely cannot let him get the antidote!
Xue Qingheng suddenly stopped, and all the illusions converged into one point.
"What if I exchange Jinse for the antidote?"
Nalan Jingwen was heartbroken and roared, "Then I will kill you!"
At this moment, the profound energy within her body circulated at full speed. She released all the profound energy she had been suppressing. Even if it meant mutual destruction, she would definitely kill him!
Her hair flew wildly behind her, turning golden inch by inch. Her black eyes turned blood red, and the silvery-white, cold moon became incomparably crimson. The Thousand-Thread Blade that had fallen to the ground seemed to be guided, trembling incessantly before flying up and landing in Nalan Jingwen's hand.
The branches of the ancient trees around her trembled, leaves rustled down, and pebbles on the ground spun around under the influence of Xuan power, rushing towards Xue Qingheng.
Shock and solemnity flashed in Xue Qingheng's eyes, along with a hint of excitement. He turned his hand and flew back.
Nalan Jingwen unleashed his profound energy to its fullest extent, his mind free of distractions, focused solely on that silver-white figure.
A thousand-thread blade sliced across his chest, and he retreated swiftly. Nalan Jingwen curled his lips, moved to where he had landed, and placed his palm on the warm chest—the warmth of Xue Qingheng's body.
She thought that someone like him wouldn't have any warmth.
Without any hesitation, she unleashed her profound energy, striking his body. Drops of bright red blood fell onto the back of her hand, staining her red robes and mixing with her blood, making it impossible to tell whose it was.
Xue Qingheng landed on the boulder and slid down slowly, blood continuously spilling from her mouth.
Since the day she met Xue Qingheng, he had always been shrouded in an ethereal aura, aloof and distant. She had never seen him in such a disheveled state before.
Nalan Jingwen just stared at him, his vision blurred by blood, and blood gushed out as well.
She had already reached her limit. With each leap and each movement of her profound energy, she could hear the sound of her meridians breaking.
Her body fell backward uncontrollably, the world spun around her, and she feared she was going to die.
It's such a pity that she hasn't found Liu Qishan yet. Jinse is still waiting for her. She didn't keep her promise to Rong Hengyu. I wonder if he will blame her.
She hadn't even married Pei Yunche yet. This man was such a crybaby; she wondered how much he would cry when he heard the news of her death. She couldn't bear to see him cry.
And there's Nalan Yin...
"Your Majesty!!"
She heard Jingchi's heart-wrenching cries beside her, but she was too weak to look and let her body fall backward.
Instead of the cold, hard ground I had expected, I felt a warm embrace. A sweet, melodious voice, like the tinkling of a spring, reached my ears.
"How can you be so weak? Do you want to die like this? If you die, you might as well give me all your husbands. I wouldn't mind taking them over."