Ma Wenyuan harbored resentment towards Qin Ming.
Therefore, he went all out from the start, as his cultivation level was already two levels higher than Qin Ming's.
Soon, Qin Ming was forced to retreat step by step.
"Blazing Palm!"
"Fire Dragon Claw!"
Ma Wenyuan has a variety of unique skills.
He cultivates a fire-attribute technique, and when he attacks, his whole body is surrounded by flames, giving him a very imposing aura.
Especially in close combat, one can easily get burned if not careful.
Qin Ming was quickly forced to retreat step by step.
They could only parry, with no power to retaliate, and were in grave danger.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Dongfang Sheng quickly stepped forward to help, wielding his brush and writing rapidly in the air in front of him.
He wrote three "kill" characters in succession.
kill!
kill!
kill!
Every word exudes an extremely sharp and murderous aura.
It was like thousands of troops galloping and roaring on a battlefield.
With thunderous hooves, they traversed thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
Smoke signals rose everywhere, signaling the charge.
Dongfang Sheng, dressed in a long blue robe that fluttered in the wind, exuded the spirit of a scholar.
To survey the landscape and to command with unbridled spirit.
The two of them could barely hold off Ma Wenyuan's attacks together, but it seemed they wouldn't last long.
After all, Dongfang Sheng was only a martial artist who had acquired his skills, and he was simply no match for a martial artist who had acquired his skills.
They could only launch guerrilla warfare from the sidelines to aid Qin Ming.
The situation of the Ghost Servant and the others was no better.
That commander of the Imperial Guard was a fifth-rank expert in the acquired realm.
Ghost Servant was merely a peak Earth Realm expert; even with the addition of numerous top martial artists from Jiangnan Prefecture, they were simply no match for him.
They can only passively take a beating.
With a single punch, the opponent broke more than a dozen bones in the Ghost Servant's body.
Everyone did their utmost to protect Ye Wushuang.
Ye Wushuang stood in the corner at the back, her whole body tense, her fists clenched tightly.
There was still one last wisp of sword energy within her.
Even if I die, I'll take someone down with me.
For the first time, a strong thought arose in her mind.
—I want to become stronger.
Like his brother, he was decisive in killing and quick to avenge wrongs.
At least this way, I won't drag the people around me into this mess.
In the end, Guipu and his men were no match for the group of Imperial Guards.
The commander strode toward Ye Wushuang, a ferocious smile curving his lips, like a hungry wolf pouncing on a lamb.
"Little girl, obediently come back with me to serve His Majesty the Ninth Prince."
When Dongfang Sheng and Qin Ming saw this scene, their hearts were in their throats, and they were extremely anxious.
But they were helpless; Ma Wenyuan had them firmly entangled, and they could barely protect themselves, let alone get away.
It was clear that Ye Wushuang was about to be taken away.
Suddenly, everyone saw a blur before their eyes, and a figure abruptly appeared, blocking Ye Wushuang's path.
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