Ye Qingying was in the backyard.
Hearing the ethereal flute music, Ye Qingying completely lost his mind.
His eyes were blood red, his pupils dark and lusterless.
It was clear that his mind had been completely controlled by the蛊毒 (gu poison).
There were two red marks on his wrist, clearly from being bound by chains.
But he had already broken the chains.
Although the 蛊毒 (gu poison) had clouded his mind and controlled his consciousness, it had also pushed his cultivation to its extreme.
Feng Jinrui was entangled with him, but it was obvious that Jinrui was no match for him.
Seeing that Ye Qingying's palm was about to strike Feng Jinrui, Leng Ji and Jing Ri, who had just arrived, immediately leaped up, intending to restrain him from behind.
But Ye Qingying's current cultivation was beyond their reach. He suddenly turned his head, his eyes even more terrifyingly blood red.
With a whoosh, Jing Ri was sent flying by him.
Leng Ji's sword thrust was also swept away by Ye Qingying's palm.
His power seemed to have been pushed to its limit by some medicine in an instant, astonishing Jing Ri and Leng Ji.
Taking advantage of Ye Qingying's entanglement with the two, Feng Jinrui leaped up from the ground, raising his palm to strike Ye Qingying's head.
But Jinrui was a kind person. Faced with the out-of-control Ye Qingying, he could not bring himself to kill him.
Therefore, that palm hesitated just as it was about to land on Ye Qingying's head.
In a battle between masters, there was no room for hesitation.
This moment of hesitation immediately put Feng Jinrui in danger.
Ye Qingying waved his large palm, and a powerful, icy palm wind immediately rushed towards Feng Jinrui's face.
Jinrui was forced back by his palm wind.
Ye Qingying, however, seemed to realize that he was the most skilled person here.
Stepping on the cold wind, he pursued without hesitation, launching a heavy punch towards Feng Jinrui's heart.
Feng Jinrui had nowhere to retreat and could only meet the attack with his palm.
But he was in the process of retreating and did not have time to gather his internal energy. The palm he pushed out did not even have thirty percent of his usual power.
"Jinrui, be careful!" Chu Qianli saw it clearly.
If Feng Jinrui's palm met Ye Qingying's fist, he would be at least severely injured, if not killed. His hand might also be lost!
"Fourteenth Master, be careful!" Jing Ri got up and immediately lunged forward.
But he was too far away from Feng Jinrui and it was too late.
In the darkness of the night, a slender figure suddenly pounced in front of Feng Jinrui and met Ye Qingying's palm with her own.
"Demoness!" Feng Jinrui was terrified to the point of losing his mind!
With that palm strike, her hand would definitely be ruined!
Her proud medical skills, and her most prized possession was her hands. As a divine physician with miraculous hands, what would she do without them?
"Be careful!" Jinrui immediately hugged Chu Qianli, wanting to turn and shield her with his body.
However, it was too late.
Before Ye Qingying's fist could touch them, the force of the punch made it impossible for them to open their eyes.
That punch was about to land on the demoness's palm!
"Master!"
At the critical moment, Chu Qianli gave up on attacking, and her palm strike stopped.
In her sight, Ye Qingying's fist was already upon her.
But she just looked at him quietly and called out hoarsely, "Master!"
"Demoness!" Feng Jinrui shouted with all his might!
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
The fist wind whistled, forcing people to squint.
But those bright, clear eyes remained wide open, facing the stinging pain, staring defiantly into those blood-red eyes.
With a whoosh, the fist wind landed on her face.
A small face was almost deformed.
But, at that very moment, the fist wind stopped.
Everyone held their breath, too terrified to make a sound.
Only Chu Qianli continued to look at the man before her quietly and said in a hoarse voice, "Master, I am Xiao Yao, I am your Xiao Yao!"