With a resounding boom.
The palm strike that was aimed at Ye Qingying was redirected by Feng Yexuan at the last moment, hitting a nearby tree.
The towering tree crashed down.
It was evident how powerful the strike was.
Although the palm strike was deflected, the residual force still made Xiao Yao feel breathless.
She raised her hand to shield herself, but the lingering palm force still disrupted her breathing.
The surge of blood in her chest could no longer be suppressed. She opened her mouth and vomited.
Feng Yexuan's eyes darkened. He couldn't understand why his heart ached the moment he saw her spitting blood.
But he didn't go over, merely watching the two before him with cold eyes.
Ye Qingying landed beside Xiao Yao, took her wrist, and sent his internal energy into her.
Finally, he managed to stabilize her chaotic qi.
"Master..."
"You call him, Master?" Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes, staring at Xiao Yao's pale face, his gaze chilling.
"The number one assassin of Beiming, Jian Wuying, is your master?"
Xiao Yao didn't know of Jian Wuying, but she knew very well that her master was an enemy of the Prince Xuan before her tonight.
"Master, take me away," she said hoarsely.
Ye Qingying's heart ached, and he wanted to nod.
But he caught a glimpse of Chu Qianli's icy eyes, fixed on Xiao Yao's face.
Xiao Yao had already attracted her attention.
Although she hadn't recognized her yet, she harbored malice towards Xiao Yao.
"Master will take you away." Ye Qingying grabbed Xiao Yao's hand and was about to leave.
But as he was about to leap, he felt the cold aura from Prince Xuan intensify instantly.
The palm strike, like a net, slowly enveloped them.
Last time, they were caught off guard. Now, Ye Qingying knew Feng Yexuan's power. If he were to leave alone with his guard up, he could still manage.
But if he brought Xiao Yao, they would absolutely not be able to escape!
Ye Qingying hesitated for just a moment, and Feng Yexuan's palm strike tightened, completely enveloping them within his power.
He stepped forward.
Xiao Yao immediately spread her arms, shielding Ye Qingying.
Ye Qingying looked down at her. There was still bloodstain at the corner of her lips, but her resolve to protect him was unwavering.
His heart tightened.
The five fingers holding Xiao Yao's wrist also tightened.
Feng Yexuan stared at their clasped hands. Although their fingers weren't intertwined, Ye Qingying's hand was still tightly holding the girl.
As for that dead girl, standing beside Ye Qingying, she exuded a gentle aura.
It was a tenderness he had never experienced when he was by his side.
But he didn't know what he was so bothered about.
After all, she wasn't his woman!
"Do you think this Prince will let you leave?" Feng Yexuan took another step forward.
The net, tightened by internal energy, seemed to shrink considerably.
Xiao Yao's cultivation was far inferior to Ye Qingying's. Once the net of palm force tightened, the suppressed blood in her chest began to churn again.
Ye Qingying immediately pulled her back. "Don't use your energy to resist. You can't block it."
"Master..." Xiao Yao looked up at his cold mask.
Her voice was even hoarser than usual. "Master, you go first. I... I can..."
Her master could leave on his own.
As long as Feng Yexuan didn't pursue, it would be easy for her master to escape.
But bringing her along was absolutely impossible.
"Master..." Xiao Yao took a deep breath, trying to calm her breathing.
"Master, I... I'll help you. You... hurry and go."
She suddenly flung Ye Qingying's hand away and rushed towards Feng Yexuan.
"Master, hurry and go!"
With these words, Xiao Yao spread her arms and actually went to embrace that terrifying man!