Chapter 2291: Chapter 653: Famous After a Single Battle (A Must-Read)
Old Prince Bruch’s pupils constricted; before he could react, Eddie grabbed the man’s shoulder first.
"When did this happen?!"
The man’s shoulder hurt from the grip, but he couldn’t care at the moment, "The information just came in an hour ago; Anpei Lan and The Church seem to want to collaborate inside and out, leaving Miss An in the Black Forest!"
"Father!" Eddie turned his head, his face looking terrifyingly grim, "If anything happens to An Yiqing, we’ll have no way to explain to Mr. Xia!"
The study was quiet, Eddie and Bali stood in place waiting for Old Prince Bruch’s response. The old prince contemplated for a long time, then looked up at the two.
"Bali, take the First Guard Squad immediately to the Black Forest to rescue Miss An; Eddie, take the Second Guard Squad to Xuandu City to protect Mr. Xia. Also, don’t let Mr. Xia know about this for now, to prevent him from taking any drastic actions."
Bali and Eddie accepted their orders, immediately splitting up and leaving the ancient castle.
At this time, the deepest part of the Black Forest was already in shambles; the Thirteen Blood Generals and Bronze Holy Knights were all severely injured but hadn’t stopped fighting. Long Zixuan swiftly dealt with two red-clad bishops and split forces to help An Yiqing entangle that red-clad bishop, while the other two went to assist the Thirteen Blood Generals.
An Yiqing exchanged dozens of moves with Lawrence, and she had multiple wounds on her body. She raised her hand and casually wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, looking up at Lawrence’s equally pale face.
"Miss An, I advise you to surrender; you can’t beat me." Lawrence said with a light smile, looking at the battered An Yiqing.
An Yiqing didn’t speak; after a moment, she chuckled softly, "That may not be; until the end, it’s uncertain who lives or dies!"
With those words, the Qingying Sword once again gathered wild sword energy, and An Yiqing stepped on the first move of the Shennong Nine Style, her eerie figure continuously appearing around Lawrence. Lawrence was shocked, gripping the Holy Sword tightly raised to his chest, chanting loudly. The scorching light emanated from his body, like a blazing sun blinding everyone.
Swish— A ruthless sword energy slashed through the scorching light; An Yiqing, wielding the Qingying Sword, charged directly at Lawrence’s chest. Lawrence’s pupils shrank, immediately raising the Holy Sword to block the Qingying Sword’s attack. Simultaneously, his chanting completed, and the giant light column enveloped them both.
Boom—bam—a deafening roar accompanied by the cracking sound of the light column resonated in everyone’s ears. Centered around Lawrence and An Yiqing, a hurricane-like vortex swiftly spread outward. The Thirteen Blood Generals and Bronze Holy Knights not far from them were swept off their feet by this massive impact. An Zhifeng reacted quickly, raising the Tri-edge Military Spike with his abnormal physical strength and an all-out fighting spirit, piercing two Bronze Holy Knights through the abdomen!
"Brother Fong!" An Zhifeng’s chest spurted blood furiously, and with a "thud," he fell to the ground. An Zhiyu saw this, his eyes reddening with rage; he roared and charged forward. The trembling Bronze Holy Knight beside him seized the opportunity, ruthlessly plunging the Holy Sword into An Zhiyu’s shoulder. An Zhiyu paused, gritting his teeth, glaring at his opponent; his usual baby face instantly turned into a frenzied lion, raising his Inner Breath to the pinnacle, clawing mercilessly at the person’s head.
"Die!" With a loud cry, the Bronze Holy Knight’s neck and head were torn off by An Zhiyu, completely separated from the body.
Blood sprayed wildly, splattering all over An Zhiyu’s body and head. At this moment, he looked like a demon from Nine Nether Hell coming to claim lives, devoid of his usual humor and friendliness. Tossing away the head in his hand, An Zhiyu turned around and ran towards An Zhifeng, just in time to see a Bronze Holy Knight raising the Holy Sword to stab him.
"Get lost! Die!" An Zhiyu screamed madly, flying to An Zhifeng’s front, and swung his formidable Iron Fist full of Inner Breath at the Bronze Holy Knight. The person, caught off guard, was hit hard, spitting blood. Just then, Long Zixuan, who had just killed a Bronze Holy Knight, immediately joined in, engaging the person in combat.
On the other side, Fatty Mao Er and Old Jin were entangling the red-clad bishop behind Lawrence. Already heavily injured by An Yiqing, and now besieged by the Vermilion Bird and ferocious Old Jin, he was scratched all over, bleeding profusely. Before he could grasp the cross on his chest, Fatty Mao Er chopped off one of his arms.
