He was going to cripple his own martial arts!
"Master, no!"
Chu Qianli never expected that she could be so important to him!
Fearing only that he might hurt her, his formidable martial arts seemed so insignificant in his eyes.
All the grievances and resentments in her heart vanished completely at this moment.
"No!"
But no one could stop Ye Qingying's palm strike.
As the palm, carrying a desperate, killing aura, was about to strike her heart, a strange flute melody suddenly sounded.
Almost instantly, Ye Qingying's eyes, which had just cleared, became clouded and chaotic once more.
His descending hand abruptly retracted.
But the palm wind could not be stopped, and with a bang, he was struck down by his own palm wind, spitting blood!
"Stop that person!" Chu Qianli commanded in a deep voice, then immediately rushed towards Ye Qingying, "Master!"
"Be careful!" Feng Jinrui lunged forward and yanked her back.
"He's being controlled, don't go! It's dangerous!" he urged.
Leng Ji and Wang Yue exchanged glances, and Wang Yue immediately charged out, pursuing the source of the flute music.
Leng Ji, holding his long sword, quickly moved to block in front of Chu Qianli and Feng Jinrui.
Ye Qingying got up from the ground, and indeed, his eyes turned crimson, chaotic, and hazy again!
"Master..."
"He is not your master now, he has been completely controlled!" Feng Jinrui pulled her behind him.
"Be good, don't go!"
She would not bear to harm her master, so Feng Jinrui and Leng Ji had no intention of letting her join the fight.
Jing Ri indeed returned with archers.
Chu Qianli grew anxious, "Don't hurt him, I beg you!"
But at this moment, no one listened to her.
Ye Qingying slowly walked towards them, his tall figure exuding a killing aura under the hypnotic influence of the flute.
His palm was already condensed with full inner energy.
"Master, don't be like this, I'm Xiao Yao!"
But this time, Ye Qingying completely ignored her, his face as cold and resolute as ever, devoid of any extraneous expression.
"Archers, prepare!" Jing Ri raised his hand.
Guards formed three rings inside and out, layer upon layer, with arrows aimed at Ye Qingying's heart.
"Don't shoot!" Chu Qianli tried to rush forward.
Feng Jinrui pulled her back tightly again, "Witch, they have no choice!"
"No!"
Chu Qianli struggled desperately, but she couldn't break free from Feng Jinrui's hold.
"This is not his true nature, he is just controlled! Jin Rui, tell them not to shoot, not to kill him! Don't do this!"
Feng Jinrui pursed his lips and remained silent.
Ye Qingying continued to advance towards them.
He had no other recourse.
His deep gaze fell upon Leng Ji.
Leng Ji was also helpless.
If he could, he wouldn't want to kill Ye Qingying.
But at this moment, if he didn't kill him, he would be killed by him!
He was the most cold-blooded and formidable assassin in the entire Northern Ming Kingdom, not to mention that his power had greatly increased and his consciousness was completely gone!
There were no other options left!
Leng Ji glanced at Jing Ri.
Jing Ri took a deep breath, his hand about to fall.
"No..." Chu Qianli's voice was hoarse.
As Jing Ri was about to give the order to fire, in her despair, only one name remained in her mind.
"Ye Xuan! Ye Xuan! Save him! Ye Xuan, save him!"
With a whoosh, that figure seemed to arrive on the night.
Together with the passing night breeze, his tall frame landed lightly in front of Ye Qingying.
Jing Ri's hand was almost down!
Upon seeing the figure clearly, Jing Ri was so startled that his legs almost gave way, and he knelt down.
"Stop! Everyone, stop! The Prince is back! Stop now!"