The Empress Wants a Divorce Every Day

Chapter 113: Chapter 112: Seriously Injured

Feng Qing and Si Hua hid behind a statue in the corner of Yijing Courtyard, watching the scene. The people in the courtyard were so busy fighting that no one noticed the two of them.

Until a white figure floated out of the main house in front; the person’s skills were truly extraordinary, the sword in hand like a dragon emerging from water, the move was a kill without fail.

His moves were almost identical to those of the Death Warriors, all offensives without the slightest flaw, with no retreat, only deadly attacks.

Thus, the moment he made his move, he killed two Death Warriors, and he again grasped his sword to advance, attempting to slay the incoming Death Warriors.

Feng Qing was watching and inwardly admiring, such incredible skills, only the shadow of the sword was visible, not the person, truly impressive.

As Feng Qing was admiring, Si Hua beside her exclaimed, ”Prince.”

At the same time, a shout from Nan Feng in the courtyard sounded, ”Prince, don’t.”

Feng Qing looked closely and realized that the man in white, like a Dark Night Asura, was actually Rong Ling. After Rong Ling repeatedly killed two Death Warriors, he did not pause, again wielding his sword to leap into the air. The opposing Death Warrior seemed to be prepared, so the two started fighting in mid-air.

Rong Ling suddenly struck with his sword towards the Death Warrior. As the two swords clashed, Rong Ling suddenly channeled his power, a surge of strong inner strength rushed from his palm, directly hitting the opposing Death Warrior through the sword tip, which the Death Warrior clearly did not anticipate.

So he was struck and flung away by Rong Ling’s inner strength, while Rong Ling could not withstand the strong inner strength depletion either, and in mid-air, spat a mouthful of blood.

Behind him, Nan Feng’s face drastically changed as he exclaimed, ”Prince.”

Rong Ling plummeted from mid-air, landing like a bird with broken wings. Nan Feng reached out to catch him.

As he landed in Nan Feng’s arms, his body tensed up, and he spat out a huge mouthful of fresh blood.

Nan Feng’s face was extremely unsightly as he cried out, ”Prince, Prince.”

Feng Qing couldn’t stand watching anymore; if this continued, the man would surely die. She glanced at Si Hua then said, ”Stay here, don’t move, I’m going over.”

Si Hua paled and called out, ”Princess Consort, be careful.”

”Mm, don’t worry.”

Feng Qing rose and, using the cover of Yijing Courtyard’s rock formations, rushed straight towards Rong Ling. However, before she could reach Rong Ling, she was discovered by the approaching Death Warrior, who charged at her with a sword.

In the courtyard, Nan Xuan looked up and saw Feng Qing, unconsciously yelling, ”Princess Consort, be careful.”

The Death Warrior with the sword was already upon her, and Feng Qing raised her hand, sending the embroidery needle flying at high speed.

Simultaneously, she coldly shouted, ”Watch my hidden weapon.”

The Death Warrior attacking her instinctively raised his sword to block the flying embroidery needle upon hearing her words, and Feng Qing used this opportunity to dash towards Rong Ling beside Nan Feng.

Nan Feng’s eyes were red, watching as the Prince spat blood continuously, wishing he could take his master’s place in suffering.

Seeing Feng Qing rush over, Nan Feng seemed to see hope and cried out, ”Princess Consort.”

Feng Qing glanced at Rong Ling and quickly asked, ”Where are your silver needles?”

As a doctor, Nan Feng generally carried silver needles. Feng Qing didn’t have silver needles, so she could only ask Nan Feng to borrow them; Nan Feng, trembling, took out his silver needles.

Feng Qing took the silver needles and stabbed them straight into several major acupoints on Rong Ling’s chest to protect his vital pulse.

At this moment, the Death Warrior approached again.