Shen Nian was suddenly pulled backward by a strong force. Being dragged away abruptly disrupted all her plans. She didn't even have time to react. Her attention was all in front of her. She didn't expect there to be a sinister person behind her.
Ziwei may be ruthless, but she still dared not neglect the Emperor in the slightest. She stayed close to him, as she still needed the Emperor to restore her status.
But Chen Nian was different. She hated Chen Nian to death now, so how could she not be ruthless? She desperately grabbed Chen Nian and pinched his hand with all her might.
The emperor looked at the two girls beside him, trying to keep an eye on the enemy while protecting them. In his confusion, tension and excitement, he didn't notice anything amiss with the two girls.
Ziwei wasn't stupid; she had secretly hidden both of their hands behind her back while pulling Chennian's hand.
The guards, who were deeply concerned about the situation, realized the importance of the emperor and joined the battle to protect him.
For some reason, the White Lotus Cult members kept coming in waves, as if they were endless. They couldn't get to Shen Nian's side in time and could only watch as Shen Nian was dragged away, feeling anxious but helpless.
"You damn Ziwei, let go of me, or I'll kill you."
Chen Nian was so hurt that she lost her mind. She was furious and struggled desperately to break free, shouting angrily, oblivious to the pain.
Damn it, even if she doesn't want this hand anymore, she's going to kill Ziwei.
While stumbling and falling, taking advantage of Ziwei's inattention, he drew the soft sword that Ertai had given him, which was wrapped around his waist. Seizing the opportunity, he ruthlessly slashed at Ziwei's hand that was desperately holding him, and then kicked her away a distance.
With the excruciating pain evident, Ziwei finally let go, looking at Chen Nian in shock, seemingly not expecting that Chen Nian still possessed such great strength.
Breaking free from Ziwei, Chen Nian felt a strong discomfort in his heart. With trembling hands, he took out the medicine bottle he always carried, uncorked it, and poured the contents into his palm.
She didn't care about the pills spilled on the ground. She poured out a handful, put them in her mouth, and swallowed them dry, ignoring the discomfort in her throat. She then put the medicine away.
Then, she grabbed a corner of her dress and ripped it open, tearing out a cloth. Looking around, she kept backing away while wrapping the cloth around her hand. Finally, she lowered her head, bit a section of the cloth with her teeth, and pulled hard, tightly binding the bloody wound on her wrist to stop the blood from dripping down.
At the same time, he tried his best to regulate his upset emotions.
The White Lotus Sect was clearly well-prepared, and with someone tipping them off, the number of people they mobilized this time was much larger than shown in the drama. Even though Emin increased the manpower and Ertai secretly found people, the White Lotus Sect had many, many times more people than them. They were fighting a war of attrition, as if they wanted to wear them down, and it was not easy to defeat them all.
Even though they wanted to rush to Chen Nian's side, each of their teams was surrounded by many people, as if they wanted to keep them away from Chen Nian.
Upon seeing the familiar White Lotus Sect attire, Yongxuan's killing intent surged. Coupled with his eagerness to reach Chen Nian's side, he became bloodthirsty, killing one person with a single sword strike.
In order not to hold Yongxuan back, Qing'er also stayed close to him.
Ertai was now in a state of rage. He looked at Chen Nian, who was standing on the bridge, facing countless dangers around him, and desperately fighting against the people rushing towards him. His aura was icy and chilling, like an enraged lion. His face was cold and his eyes were full of coldness and blood. His face was splattered with the blood of countless people, and his sword was also covered in blood.
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Watching wave after wave of people rush onto the bridge, Chen Nian raised his sword and dealt with one of them. He glanced at Ziwei lying on the ground and then stomped hard on the wound he had inflicted on Ziwei.
"Snap—"
"ah--!"
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