Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

An Yiqing killed a member of the Nangong Family, then looked up at the Gu and An Families with reluctance, "You all go quickly, wait for me to return!"

"Zixuan, let’s go!"

Long Zixuan gave her a deep look and left with five giant dragons.

On the battlefield, only An Yiqing, Fatty Mao Er, Xiao Hei, and Old Jin remained, along with Xia Hau and Old Prince Bruch. On the other side, more than three hundred people were advancing step by step.

"Sister An, Old Jin is done for!" Xiao Hei’s voice cried out with tears.

An Yiqing trembled, looking down. Old Jin’s body was covered in blood, its golden fur almost gone, not even able to feel its breathing.

"Old Jin?!"

Old Jin remained motionless, seemingly lifeless. An Yiqing was anxious, desperately stuffing a blood-replenishing pill into its mouth. Old Jin still lacked a Spiritual Root, if anything happens...

"Hey... Master..." At this moment, as if experiencing a last burst of life, Old Jin opened its eyes.

"I... seem to be unable to hold on... you must survive... ah..."

In the raging wind, An Yiqing’s dress fluttered. Her hair bun had long fallen, strands flying in the wind. Her slender figure under the dark clouds seemed somewhat desolate. She quietly held Old Jin’s body, and with a flash of golden light, Old Jin disappeared.

On Fengluan Mountain, rivers of blood flowed. Dark clouds covered the sky, the air filled with a bloody stench. An Yiqing slowly raised her head, her eyes bloodshot. She looked at the hundreds of approaching people, hatred rising in her heart.

It’s they who want to kill Ah Lin, kill Old Jin, her whole family is at death’s door!

She will kill them, even if it means bearing the infamy of slaughtering the world!

Gripping the Qingying Sword tightly in her right hand, An Yiqing charged single-handedly into the crowd. Silver Needles danced from her left hand, a mass of Silver Needles like messages of death, leaving bodies in their wake. Meanwhile, countless poison powders scattered into the air, with the Gu and An Families now gone, she had no more reservations!

Seeing An Yiqing like this, Xiao Yu thought it was bad, "Hold your breath! She’s carrying poison!"

People continuously held their breath, but An Yiqing laughed, "Hehe, do you really think my poison would be so low-grade?"

As she finished speaking, cries of agony followed. The poison powder landed on their bodies, causing severe corrosion of the skin, the tearing, heart-wrenching pain made them wish for death.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, An Yiqing swung the Qingying Sword, as if harvesting wheat, chopping heads one by one onto the ground.

Fatty Mao Er and Xiao Hei charged in as well. Old Prince Bruch and Xia Hau spread their wings, sweeping through thousands!

On the other side, the sixth and seventh strikes of thunder fell one after another. Gu Yelin held the Sky Devil Sword and rushed into the sky, resisting the thunder attacks. The black aura on his body gradually faded, revealing an extremely pale face. Ye Chenghong and others had almost exhausted their Inner Breath, relying only on medicine for the last bit of strength.

Old Master Gu Zhongyi fell to the ground, struggling to open his eyes, watching Gu Yelin in the thunder baptism, "You brat... hang in there!"

The elders fell one by one, they were all exhausted, nearly self-destructive exhaustion.

The bloody battle continued, Xiao Yu’s side quickly fell. Fatty Mao Er and Xiao Hei were seriously injured, yet clenched their teeth and persisted. Old Prince Bruch and Xia Hau’s strength was still enough, but hundreds of people’s wheel fight pushed their bodies to the limit.

At this moment, a few raindrops suddenly fell from the gloomy sky, and then a string of raindrops pattered down.

Xiao Yu looked up at the sky, rejoicing in his heart, "It’s raining! Her poison won’t work! Quickly, kill her!"

A big knife slashed onto An Yiqing’s shoulder, blood gushed like a spring. A long whip struck on her back, the beautiful wedding attire cracked in response. A palm hit her head, her face turned pale. Countless people surrounded An Yiqing, determined to put her to death.

Xiao Yu saw this, immediately shouted, "Kill the God-Devil Physique! Kill him!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately turned to rush at Gu Yelin. An Yiqing leaped up, blocking the crowd once again.

At this moment, with disheveled hair and body covered in blood. Yet her back was straight, instilling fear in people’s hearts.

"If you want to kill Gu Yelin, you’ll have to step over my dead body!"

Nangong Jue was furious, leading the charge, "Kill! Kill her!"

The Fiery Fist came out continuously, An Yiqing wielded the Qingying Sword to meet them. Xiao Hei’s Xuanwu Body rolled back and forth within the crowd, crushing everything in its path, yet also severely injured. Fatty Mao Er’s once remarkable fur had long become unsightly, but she didn’t care at all, as her blade-like wings swept among the crowd, even though countless sharp blades pierced her wings, she remained fearless.