Chapter 171: Fighting to the Death

Qing Yi, driven by rage, refused to give in, and would not yield, even if it meant death by exhaustion. As the fight progressed, he resorted to desperate tactics, attacking without defending. The King of the Northwest would certainly not perish with him, but would instead try to avoid being exposed to Qing Yi's lethal moves.

Qing Yi's reckless fighting style made the King of the Northwest depressed: This kid has really had enough of living, and actually used these reckless moves!

The King of the Northwest ultimately considered that this brat couldn't die at his hands. Otherwise, how would he explain this to Mo Qitian? How would he explain this to his own son? So, as the fight progressed, he began to hold back.

Seeing this, Qing Yi seized the opportunity, casually pulled out a hidden weapon, and threw it at the King of the Northwest. No one had expected that this seemingly crazy kid would still be so scheming as to use hidden tactics. The King of the Northwest was caught off guard and was actually hit by a poison needle.

“…” The King of the Northwest felt his arm go numb and took a step back.

At this time, Qing Yi's long hair was already disheveled and sweat was on his forehead. He leaned on his sword with his hand and took a deep breath while the Queen of the Northwest retreated.

"Qing Yi, my patience has its limits!" The King of the Northwest looked at the extremely crazy man in front of him and thought to himself: This is the true nature of this person. He only pretends to be smiling all day long!

"Then let me tell you, Chu Lang, my patience is limited! I promised Xiaoye that I wouldn't provoke you, but it was you who provoked me!" Qing Yi's slender eyes, which had always been smiling, were now filled with only anger and hatred.

"Okay! You have guts! Then what do you want to do? Chu Qingyu is my prince, the heir of the Northwest Palace. He has nothing to do with you!" The King of the Northwest glared at him and refused to give in.

"Bah! So what if he is your son? What gives you the right to make decisions for him without your permission? He and I have been eating and sleeping together for a long time and we are in love with each other. How can you separate us with just one word? Don't even think about it!" Qing Yi's words were like a sharp blade, which hurt the King of the Northwest again. His face turned gloomy in an instant. He secretly cursed this kid for being so shameless and saying such words.

"All of you, retreat!" The Northwest King gave the order, and the maids hurriedly retreated. For a moment, only Mu Yun, Li Qingting, and the hurriedly approaching Mu Xin and Mu Hu were left at the scene.

"Haha, why are you chasing me away? Are you afraid that others will know? This hero is determined to make it known to everyone! The prince of the Northwest, Chu Qingyu, and I are in love with each other and have already slept in the same bed together! Chu Lang, I tell you, not only will I make this matter clear in your Northwest Palace, but I will also announce it to the world! Let the Emperor of Chu know, and let everyone in the Great Chu know the relationship between your son and me!" Qing Yi's mouth has always been merciless, and at this moment, he made the Northwest King so angry that he was shaking all over.

"You...you bastard!" The Northwest King's already suppressed anger was completely ignited by Qing Yi, and he could no longer remain calm.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please calm down!" Upon seeing this, Mu Xin hurriedly spoke out to stop him, but his voice was weak due to internal injuries. How could the angry prince hear him?

"No matter how bad I am, I'm not as bad as you! How could Xiaoye have a father like you!" Qing Yi gritted his teeth and vented his dissatisfaction with vicious words.

"Watch this!" The King of the Northwest could no longer hold back and attacked fiercely, this time showing no mercy. In his opinion, anyone who dared to be so presumptuous in front of him must not be spared!

The two men disliked each other, their hearts burning with rage, and instantly engaged in another fight. One ignored the poison from the hidden weapon, the other ignored the fact that his internal energy was about to be exhausted, and each move was a lethal one, as if they would not stop until the other was killed.

Mu Xin was anxious, wanting to stop them but unable to do anything. He hurriedly said to Mu Yun, "Mu Yun, stop the prince! If they keep fighting like this, it's bound to cause a big disaster!"

"Hey, this... this... how am I supposed to stop them?" Mu Yun's face was filled with worry and helplessness. Both of them were ruthless. If he rushed forward blindly, he would easily be affected by their internal energy. Not only would he be unable to stop them, but he would also be injured.

He couldn't help but look around, muttering, "Where's Mu Bai? He's nowhere to be found when I need him, but he's always right in front of me when I need to avoid him!"

"Oh, it would be great if Mu Bai was here!" Mu Yun sighed. He couldn't let Mu Xin go forward, could he? But seeing that the prince was really going to kill that kid, that kid was the prince's favorite! What if the prince knew that the prince had killed him, wouldn't father and son become enemies?

"Oh, by the way, Mu Xin, where is the young prince?" Mu Yun's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of the person who could best mediate the fight.

"How should I know? Mu Yun, there is no other way. You go ahead. We must not let the prince kill this kid. Not to mention the relationship between this kid and the young prince, he is also a disciple of the Demon Cult. If he dies in the hands of the prince, it will definitely cause a big incident!" Mu Xin said anxiously.

"Hey, I get it. I have to find a chance to go forward! I don't know how long it will take me to recover this time?" Mu Yun was helpless.

But there was really no other choice now. Neither the young prince who could mediate nor the martial arts master Mu Bai could save the situation. Mu Xin, the "pretty boy", had made the choice for him, so he had no choice but to go ahead with it.

"Don't worry, three months is enough. We still have Doctor Li." Mu Xin said it lightly, but he was extremely anxious in his heart.

Sending Mu Yun to stop the fight was unwise. With Mu Yun's internal energy, he would undoubtedly be injured if he stepped forward, but there was no one else present. He was already injured, and if he stepped forward and was hit by the internal energy, he would likely be killed instantly. For now, Mu Yun could only intervene. Perhaps after both sides stopped fighting, things would calm down a bit.

For the Thirty-Six Iron-Blooded Riders, the prince’s interests are paramount. Killing Qing Yi would mean provoking the Demon Cult. Would Mo Qitian let it go?

In a flash, the King of the Northwest spotted an opening and swung his sword, stabbing Qing Yi in the heart. Mu Yun and Mu Xin hadn't anticipated the King's swift and ruthless attack, and it was too late to stop him.

Qing Yi also witnessed the sharpness of this sword, and he did his best to mobilize his still-improved Taixuan Tiandun. This Taixuan Tiandun was derived from the rich internal energy passed down to him by the Martial Saint. If he had not been forced into a desperate situation, he would not have been able to break through this obstacle.

Qing Yi felt his body suddenly become incredibly light and nimble, and he dodged with incredible speed, miraculously avoiding the Northwest King's sword. However, he only avoided the vital heart, and the sharp sword still cut Qing Yi's arm, and blood immediately flowed down.

The King of the Northwest was also stunned: How could this kid dodge my sword? This sword was swung with 80% to 90% of my internal strength. Not to mention him, even Mo Qitian might not be able to dodge it!