Under Xu Yuehuai's tense gaze, Qi Guze's body trembled slightly. He bit his lower lip tightly to prevent the pain from spilling out of his throat.

Xia Sen's eyes were filled with anxiety. He quickly opened the medicine box, took out gauze and ointment, and prepared to treat Qi Guze's wound.

However, when Xia Sen touched the bloodstained wound, his face instantly turned pale.

Xu Yuehuai obediently stepped aside, clasped her hands together, and prayed in her heart that Qi Guze would be safe and sound.

Xia Sen frowned and pressed hard on Qi Guze's wound, trying to stop the bleeding with his hand.

However, blood continued to seep from between Xia Sen's fingers, staining his palms red. Qi Guze's face grew paler and paler, and his eyes began to become vacant.

Xia Sen panicked and became flustered, unsure of what to do.

Xu Yuehuai asked, "What's wrong?"

Xia Sen said hesitantly, "There's poison in the wound! The bleeding won't stop!"

Xu Yuehuai quickly said, "Then what should we do?"

"Sister, go to the Soul Jade Fruit," Xia Sen's voice trembled slightly, "Only the Soul Jade Fruit can cure this poison and save the Prince!"

"OK!"

"Aze, wait for me here. I'll go find the Soul Jade Fruit right away!" Xu Yuehuai said to Qi Guze.

Qi Guze said worriedly, "You shouldn't go. Let Yan Qing and the others go!"

Xu Yuehuai shook her head: "No, I want to go find it myself. I'll be back soon, so you don't need to worry about me."

Without hesitation, she immediately went out and summoned Yan Qing and other guards.

"Let's hurry and get the Soul Jade Fruit! We have to be quick!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Yan Qing and the others obeyed the order and followed Xu Yuehuai out of the mansion, heading towards the surrounding mountains.

Xu Yuehuai was anxious. The Soul Jade Fruit was the only thing that could save Qi Guze, and she had to find it as soon as possible, no matter what.

Yan Qing and his men were the most elite guards in the mansion. They were highly skilled in martial arts and extremely loyal to Xu Yuehuai.

In the pitch-black night, the group sped like the wind, passing through dense forests and over mountains without stopping for a moment.

Xu Yuehuai's gaze was firm and sharp, as if she wanted to pierce through the darkness of the night. Her face was filled with anxiety and determination, her lips were tightly pressed together, as if she was using all her strength to drive herself forward.

Her heartbeat echoed in the night sky, mingling with the sound of the wind, as if playing a magnificent battle song.

However, when they finally reached the summit of the mountain, a group of men in black suddenly appeared and blocked their way.

The faces of these men in black were hidden behind black masks, revealing only their fierce eyes. They held sharp blades and exuded a strong killing intent.

Yan Qing and the others immediately formed a battle formation, tightly protecting Xu Yuehuai in the center. The weapons in their hands gleamed coldly in the moonlight, their gazes clashing with those of the men in black, sparking intense clashes.

Xu Yuehuai's heart sank; she knew these men in black were after her.

Her gaze sharpened, as if she could see right through the predicament. She bit her lower lip tightly, a strong determination rising within her; no matter what, she had to break free.

As night fell, the moonlight was hazy, dark clouds obscured the stars, and a somber atmosphere permeated the air.

Suddenly, a silver light ripped through the night sky, followed by a deafening whooshing sound.

The battle erupted instantly, with Yan Qing and his companions launching a fierce attack on the men in black with lightning speed.

Holding a long sword, Yan Qing moved with the agility of a swallow, leaping lightly into the air, his sword flashing like lightning as he pierced towards a man in black.

His movements were lightning fast, dazzling the eye. A scream rang out, and the man in black fell to the ground. His swordsmanship was ruthless and precise; each strike carried the force of a thunderbolt, chilling the heart to the bone.

Meanwhile, the attacks from the others were no less fierce. A burly man swung a huge iron hammer, smashing it down on the group of people dressed in black.

His strength was astonishing; each hammer blow caused the ground to tremble, and the men in black were all sent flying.

The other general used his agile movements to dodge the attacks of the men in black, while his spear moved as nimbly as a venomous snake, constantly thrusting at the enemy.

Their martial arts skills were superb; their weapons drew dazzling arcs in the night sky, and the men in black fell one after another.

However, the number of men in black seemed endless. They surged forward like a tide, and Yan Qing and his group's offensive was gradually suppressed.

The battle reached a fever pitch, with both sides exchanging blows in a fierce struggle.

Yan Qing's longsword drew arcs across the night sky, sometimes as fierce as thunder, sometimes as gentle as drizzle, dazzling the eye.

His swordsmanship was unpredictable, sometimes attacking the enemy's vitals, and sometimes cleverly deflecting the enemy's attacks, leaving people in awe.

The burly man's strength was awe-inspiring; his iron hammer weighed a thousand pounds, and each strike made the ground tremble. His attacks were as fierce as a storm, and the man in black seemed utterly helpless before this power.

The general was incredibly agile, moving across the battlefield like lightning. His spear was as nimble as a venomous snake, sometimes piercing the enemy's throat, sometimes sweeping across their waist, catching them off guard with every attack.

However, the number of men in black seemed endless. They surged forward like a tide, and Yan Qing and his group's offensive was gradually suppressed.

They had to be more careful in dealing with enemy attacks to avoid getting into danger.

In the fierce battle, both sides displayed superb martial arts skills and tactical prowess. Yan Qing and his group's attacks were as fierce and precise as a storm, while the man in black also demonstrated tenacious resistance and superb agility.

The battle scenes were exceptionally intense and tense, making one hold their breath and feel a chill for the life and death of each fighter.

Seeing this, Xu Yuehuai was extremely anxious. She couldn't let Yan Qing and the others sacrifice themselves for her safety.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and Xu Yuehuai only had time to let out a cry of surprise before losing consciousness.

She felt light as if she were flying in the air.

The pain struck, and her body felt as if it were being torn apart.

She opened her eyes abruptly and found herself falling off a cliff.

"No—!" Yan Qing's exclamation rang in his ears, and he lunged forward to grab Xu Yuehuai's arm.

However, he was a step too slow and could only watch helplessly as Xu Yuehuai fell.

Xu Yuehuai's body tumbled through the air, her mind blank, filled only with fear and despair.

Her heartbeat echoed in the night sky, mingling with the sound of the wind, as if bidding farewell to the world. Time seemed to slow down as Xu Yuehuai's body repeatedly crashed into tree branches and rocks during her descent.