Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

The surrounding electronic signals have been blocked, and the phone cannot connect. Ye Chenghong is unable to call for reinforcements and can only rely on his old bones.

Suddenly, the people from the Poison Medicine Sect moved. More than two hundred people surged forward, filling the large courtyard with slaughter and blood. Ye Chenghong charged ahead, brandishing a long sword. The four elders and junior brother Nie Shan followed closely, plunging into the fray.

Seeing this, An Yiqing’s senior brother Nie Yuan and third senior brother Qin Feng, among others, grabbed their weapons without hesitation and charged in. Although the other young disciples were not strong, they did not show fear and all rushed forward to fight the enemy.

When An Yiqing arrived at the Medicine Sect, everyone was already embroiled in the battle. Many young disciples of the Medicine Sect were injured, and some had already died.

Seeing several junior brothers lying on the ground without a breath, An Yiqing’s eyes turned scarlet. The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon descended from the sky, and An Yiqing jumped off the dragon, carrying the bloodied Qingying Sword and charged in.

Long Zixuan and Fatty Mao Er quickly shrunk their bodies; a dragon and a Vermilion Bird rampaged through the crowd, leaving the sound of wailing ghosts and howling wolves in their wake. Xiao Hei transformed into Xuanwu, its massive body rolled through the crowd, causing members of the Poison Medicine Sect to scream in pain. Meanwhile, Old Jin, who hadn’t yet undone his seal, cursed as he swung his cat claws, leaving the opponents covered in blood.

However, the people from the Poison Medicine Sect were not easy to deal with. They seemed as if they were on stimulants, not even noticing the pain from their injuries. An Yiqing looked at them and suddenly thought of three words — Cultivators.

Right, Yu Hai could create Cultivators, and the Poison Medicine Sect had long since turned into a Cultivator base. These people weren’t particularly strong, but each one of them was as good as ten, enough to wear them out until exhaustion.

"Damn! These guys fight like maniacs!" Fatty Mao Er lost a few feathers and was furious, "Old lady can’t beat you to death, I’ll burn you to death!"

A fireball erupted from the Vermilion Bird’s mouth, instantly burning the two Poison Medicine Sect disciples it had been tangling with into ashes. Seeing this, An Yiqing’s eyes lit up. The Vermilion Bird’s fire was the True Fire of Three Flavors, capable of destroying all in existence.

"Mao Mao, burn them all!"

With An Yiqing’s order, Fatty Mao Er quickly activated fireball mode. Though its power could only burn three or four people at a time, it significantly reduced everyone’s burden.

An Yiqing fought hard amongst the crowd while keeping an eye on the people from the Medicine Sect. Whenever her senior brothers were in danger, she’d rush over to help, and as a result, she suffered quite a few injuries.

The tide of victory was slowly turning toward An Yiqing’s side. The arrival of the Thirteen Blood Generals and the Blood Guard Army boosted the morale of the Medicine Sect.

"Everyone, give it your all! Wipe them out!" Tiezhu shouted, his towering figure sweeping through the crowd like a force of nature.

However, at that moment, a scream pierced the skies.

"Master!"

An Yiqing froze and quickly turned her head. She saw Yin Xilin, who had been hiding in a corner, being grabbed by a man, a cold, gleaming dagger pressed against her throat.

"Stop all of you! Or else I’ll kill her!" the man shouted.

An Yiqing’s heart clenched, and she quickly shouted, "Stop! Everyone stop!"

The Medicine Sect’s people promptly stopped and gathered together. When they saw Yin Xilin being held hostage with a blade, they all showed anger.

"Let Lingling go! A grown man using a child as a hostage, has the Poison Medicine Sect no shame?!" Nie Yuan loudly reprimanded.

The man sneered, tightening his grip on Yin Xilin instead of releasing her. He cautiously retreated into his group, coldly gazing at Ye Chenghong.

"Ye Chenghong, as long as you, An Yiqing, and those four old fools kill yourselves here, I’ll let the people of the Medicine Sect go. How about it? Quite a bargain, right?"

"That’s bullshit! No way!" The people of the Medicine Sect were furious.

The man pressed the dagger harder against Yin Xilin, causing trickles of blood to slowly seep out. The people of the Medicine Sect instantly fell silent, not daring to speak further.

Ye Chenghong’s breath was cold and heavy, his sharp gaze fixed on the man, "Is this Yu Hai’s idea? What, got addicted to being a coward for twenty years?"

The man grew angry, about to react when a hoarse voice emerged from the back of the crowd.

"Heh heh, dear Brother, twenty years, and you’re still the same."

The crowd parted, opening a pathway as Shi Yimeng slowly rolled a wheelchair forward. Sitting in the wheelchair was none other than Yu Hai, who had disappeared for twenty years!