Chapter 172 The Backer is Here
Qing Yi seemed unaware of the blood flowing from the wound on his arm. He clenched the sword tightly in his hand, and like an enraged beast, he launched a fierce attack with a deadly determination, the tip of the sword heading straight for the King of the Northwest.
Seeing this, the King of the Northwest held his sword horizontally, the swords clashing with each other with a crisp sound. The hidden weapon he had been hit with was poisonous, and his left arm was numb. But both men were stubborn, neither refusing to give in. Rage burned in their hearts, vowing to kill the other.
Mu Yun, watching from the sidelines as both sides engaged in a desperate struggle, knew he couldn't wait any longer. He steeled his resolve, secretly gathering his inner strength. Just as he was about to leap forward to stop them, he suddenly felt a flash of darkness before his eyes. A figure flew overhead like a ghost, pouncing on the two engaged in fierce combat. Before he could fully grasp the situation, another white figure whizzed by like a gust of wind, its speed dizzying.
"Ah? What's going on?" Mu Yun was confused and looked in the direction hurriedly. He saw the black shadow that flew past first raised its palm and slapped its own prince hard. Mu Yun was shocked and his heart instantly rose to his throat.
At this moment, both the King of the Northwest and Qing Yi were so enraged by killing that they couldn't see clearly or hear clearly. Their attention was completely focused on their opponents, and filled with anger, no one paid attention to the surrounding situation!
Suddenly, the King of the Northwest felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and a powerful palm wind rushed towards him. He was unable to dodge and could only use his internal energy to withstand the palm force. He had originally thought that with his strong internal energy, few in the martial arts world could hurt him, but the black shadow was even faster than the King of the Northwest.
"Puff!" The King of the Northwest took the incredibly fierce palm strike, which hit him hard in the chest, causing internal injuries. Coupled with the poison needle and hidden weapon Qing Yi had previously launched, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and lost his balance, falling backward.
The white figure following the black shadow instantly supported the shaky Northwest King. With skillful movements, he quickly reached out and pressed several acupuncture points on the Northwest King's body. Then, he pulled out a pill from his pocket and fed it into the Northwest King's mouth.
"Prince, Prince!" Mu Xin and Mu Yun were shocked when they saw this and rushed to their prince.
"Don't worry, your life is not in danger." The white figure said, his voice calm and peaceful, with a reassuring power.
Mu Xin finally regained his composure and looked towards the newcomer. He saw that the white figure was an old Taoist priest, dressed in a pristine white robe, his white hair flowing like silver threads in the wind, and a whisk slung across his back. His face was pale, and he exuded the aura of a sage, a Taoist spirit.
The black shadow was wearing a black robe. He had a stern face and sharp and deep eyes, which made people feel scared at the sight of him.
"Who are these two people?" Mu Xin secretly guessed, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the people who came with the two old men. He was very familiar with these two people, one was Mu Bai and the other was Qing Feng.
Mu Bai turned around and quickly came to the side of the King of the Northwest, carefully taking the seriously injured prince from the old Taoist's arms.
Qing Yi was also swept by the shadow's powerful palm wind. He felt his chest burning with heat and a sharp pain, but he fought hard not to vomit blood. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, thinking to himself: Is it possible that I am seeing things? How could he be here?
Qing Yi actually forgot that his hand had just covered his bleeding arm. When he rubbed his eyes, the blood smeared onto his face again, making him look even more miserable, like a wounded beast.
Seeing this, Qingfeng stepped forward to support Qingyi, who was staggering and leaning his sword on the ground. He looked around, wondering why the young prince was nowhere to be seen. What had happened? Why was the prince and Qingyi fighting?
"Master...Master, is that you?" Qing Yi felt extremely tired as his strength slackened. It seemed as if all his strength had been drained from him. Fortunately, Qingfeng supported him in time.
"My dear disciple, it is me, your master." The black shadow turned out to be the Demon Lord, and the white shadow was the Martial Saint.
"Master!" Qing Yi called out. The Master had arrived, and the grievance and anger in his heart instantly surged, and a tear as big as a bean ran down his cheek. He murmured, "Master, kill Chu Lang..." and then, unable to hold on any longer, fainted in Qing Feng's arms.
"Good disciple!" The Demon Lord was horrified and hurried forward to feel Qing Yi's pulse. He found that he had fainted due to exhaustion and internal injuries, and his life was not in danger. He was relieved. But who on earth could have wronged his disciple like this?
The Demon Lord raised his eyes and glared at the King of the Northwest who was supported by Mu Bai, and shouted: "Who are you? How dare you hurt my disciple?" The voice was as loud as a bell, making the ears of the people around him buzz.
"Huh?" Mu Xin and Mu Yun were both startled, wondering: Who is this person? Doesn't he recognize the prince? However, Mu Xin, with his keen intellect, saw this person address Qing Yi as his "disciple-grandson" and immediately guessed that he was Mo Qitian's master, the Demon Lord, the former leader of the Demon Cult. So, could this old man in white be the prince's master, the current Martial Saint?
"Old demon, calm down and ask what's going on first." Seeing the Demon Lord glaring at his disciple angrily, Wu Sheng couldn't help but persuade him.
They had seen the scene clearly. What had happened to Chu Lang? He had actually unleashed a fatal strike on the child. This was something they had never expected. By the time they reacted and tried to stop him, it was too late. They had thought the child would be doomed, but he dodged with incredible speed. The Martial Saint could see at a glance that the child's Taixuan Tiandun had instantly activated a new level, and he couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
The Demon Lord didn't recognize the King of the Northwest, but he did recognize his own disciple. Seeing his disciple about to die on the spot, how could he not be terrified? At that moment, his heart almost stopped, and it was too late to save him. Fortunately, the boy was clever and escaped the disaster, saving his life!
The Demon Lord was instantly enraged. Without a word, he harnessed his inner strength and launched a powerful, heavy palm strike, aimed at the one who had harmed his disciple. However, due to the excessive force of his palm strike, not only did the Northwest King suffer internal injuries, but he also injured his own disciple.
If the Martial Saint had not intervened in time, the Demon Lord would have killed the man in front of him today to avenge his disciple!
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