The moment Jian Wuying grasped the short baton, electricity surged through his entire body.
Chu Qianli had turned the stun baton to its maximum setting.
But! Jian Wuying merely opened his eyes, cold and piercing, staring at her!
He had clearly been electrocuted, so why hadn't he fallen?
Were the martial arts practitioners of ancient times so formidable that even a stun baton was rendered useless?
Chu Qianli swung her hand forcefully, yanking the stun baton from Jian Wuying's grip.
Jian Wuying remained motionless.
Although not knocked down, his movements had at least become sluggish!
Chu Qianli, with her quick eyes and hands, seized this unparalleled opportunity. Her fingertips clutched the deadly silver needles, and she thrust them forcefully towards Jian Wuying's vital point.
But no one expected that just as the silver needles were about to pierce Jian Wuying's crucial acupoint.
He suddenly raised his hand and seized her wrist.
His stiff body, finally, began to move!
His voice was hoarse, "With such ruthlessness, do not blame me for being impolite!"
A palm charged with internal energy landed on Chu Qianli's shoulder.
Chu Qianli grunted, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her slender figure sent flying backward.
Jian Wuying leaped up and sent another palm strike.
This palm contained at least fifty percent of his power.
If it struck Chu Qianli, her meridians would shatter, and she would surely die!
Chu Qianli saw it clearly. She was about to lose her life to Jian Wuying's palm.
But her body was still in mid-air, and she was now powerless.
She wondered if she could transmigrate again after death?
Her last bit of strength was channeled to her fingertips.
The few silver needles held between her fingers were still forcefully flung out.
Afterward, she closed her eyes, awaiting death.
Jian Wuying shifted his stance and looked down, seeing three silver needles embedded in his arm.
This woman, even in death, hadn't forgotten to launch a final attack!
What kind of formidable willpower allowed her to do this?
Appreciating a hero, respecting a hero, for a moment, he even hesitated to kill her.
But if she didn't die, Linglong would insist on taking her own life.
He could not betray Wuchenzi's disciple...
Suddenly, a whistling sound arrived, like a clap of thunder from a clear sky, madly engulfing Chu Qianli's entire body in an instant.
Chu Qianli was startled. Before she could react, she was already falling into a warm embrace.
Afterward, she heard the explosive sound of palm wind piercing the air.
With a crack, Jian Wuying was violently slammed into a tree by the powerful palm wind.
Already severely injured, he could no longer withstand this internal energy and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He fell to the ground, rolled, and finally managed to stand up.
Upon clearly seeing the figure standing with Chu Qianli, Jian Wuying did not hesitate and turned to leave.
However, his steps this time were indescribably heavy.
With injuries compounding injuries, he likely wouldn't be able to fight for a long time...
Chu Qianli looked at the man who caught her in mid-air, her thin lips parting, her face filled with shock.
She had never dreamed that at the brink of life and death, the one who saved her from the gates of hell would be him!
"Your Highness..."
"Do you still wish to escape?" Feng Yexuan's voice was husky.
The scent of alcohol had not completely dissipated.
After they landed, he even staggered slightly, taking half a step back.
But the arm embracing her remained as firm as iron, giving her no chance to escape.
Chu Qianli opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but her breath faltered, and her blood rushed to her head.
Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.