NFBE Chapter 182
Chapter 182
The sword gleamed with a chilling light, and his eyes were filled with killing intent. Nalan Jingwen ignored Nangong Jiuyan's pleas for mercy and continued to strike with his sword.
Nangong Jiuyan was unable to move and could only watch helplessly as his hands and feet were severed, the pain almost causing him to faint.
She looked at Nalan Jingwen, her voice shrill and mournful.
"Now that you know the truth, why won't you let me go! Why do you still humiliate me like this?!"
Nalan Jingwen slowly raised his eyelids, gazing at the dark and cold night behind her, his eyes filled with a hazy and dark look. The cliffs and precipices sent chills down one's spine.
"Didn't you also not let him off the hook back then?"
How desperate must one feel when cornered on a cliff edge?
Did he lose all will to live, and see death as the only way out?
Her Liu Qishan, such a resilient man.
He hadn't done anything wrong, yet they still wouldn't let him go.
Nangong Jiuyan stared intently at her with his bloodshot eyes, his voice filled with hatred.
"He's been rescued! You can't kill me!!"
Nalan Jingwen twisted her wrist, and another deep, bone-revealing wound appeared on her body.
Once someone rescues you, can those wounds be healed? Can you forgive without any limits?
A commotion erupted in the woods behind her, and in an instant, more than a dozen men in black appeared behind Nalan Jingwen, surrounding her in layers.
Nangong Jiuyan's eyes lit up instantly, and he burst into laughter at Nalan Jingwen, "My men are here! You'd better release me now, or you'll never let me go!"
Nalan Jingwen merely stared at her, his sword still in his hand, a strange and cruel smile on his face.
"Before I die, I will definitely kill you."
Nangong Jiuyan's expression stiffened, and his eyes turned fierce.
"Kill her for me!!"
She must kill her and repay her double for the wounds she inflicted on her!
The figures moved like lightning, swords flashed, and dozens of figures pounced on her. The sword energy was like the claws of wild beasts, grazing her cheeks and causing a sharp pain.
Nalan Jingwen did not move, showing no intention of resisting, his long sword still pointing at Nangong Jiuyan.
Nangong Jiuyan laughed wildly, his voice mocking and filled with murderous intent.
"Nalan Jingwen, I will make you regret this!"
Nalan Jingwen looked up at her, his gaze as if he were looking at a dead person.
When Nangong Jiuyan met that gaze, the unease in his heart gradually grew. In a flash, a tall, black figure flashed by. The first few men in black froze, all of them having their throats slit by a sword, falling to the ground with their eyes wide open in death.
"Your Majesty."
Jingchi stood behind Nalan Jingwen, sword in hand, his expression solemn, like a huge, solid sculpture.
All the swords froze for a moment, because of this one unexpected event.
Nalan Jingwen didn't reply, or even glance at him. The smile on her lips grew increasingly cruel and bloodthirsty. If the sword in her hand were to pierce in even a little, Nangong Jiuyan would be dead.
"Want to try and see if they kill me first, or if I kill you first?"
They dared not move, not only because of the Mirror Pool, but also because Nangong Jiuyan was in her hands, and their lives were at stake. They dared not make a move.
"Nalan Jingwen! I underestimated you. Everyone says you're a good-for-nothing. Without Nalan Fengxing protecting you, you're nothing!"
"But you actually deceived everyone! It was I who misjudged people and believed the rumors!"
"But I will not admit defeat, I will not lose!"
Nalan Jingwen waved her hand, and the force pierced through Nangong Jiuyan's shoulder, blood flying up as she struggled violently.
"I never care whether you admit defeat or not, I only care that you pay the price."
"Does it hurt? You treated me and Liu Qishan the same way back then."
Nangong Jiuyan was in so much pain that his vision blurred, and sweat poured down his face, soaking the hair on both sides of his cheeks. He looked utterly disheveled.
With a flick of her hand, another burst of energy erupted, causing blood to splatter on her other shoulder. A low howl, like that of a trapped beast, escaped her throat, her entire body convulsing involuntarily, her eyes fixed intently on Nalan Jingwen.
Both of her shoulders were shattered.
"Kill them."
Nalan Jingwen spoke coldly.
Upon hearing this, Jingchi moved, his figure perfectly merging with his sword, exuding a chilling killing intent.
A single, decisive blow, without any hesitation.
Jingchi's martial arts skills were far superior to those of these so-called death warriors, leaving them with absolutely no chance of fighting back.
Nangong Jiuyan could only watch helplessly as her people fell one by one, despair gradually enveloping her, just like Liu Qishan that day.
Nalan Jingwen simply stood there, the night wind blowing coldly, making her red dress feel no warmer than that day, but rather bone-chillingly cold.
If Nangong Jiuyan doesn't recognize Jingchi, it means that Dijige is directly under the jurisdiction of the Qilin monarch.
The blood energy gradually spread through the cold, dark night.
"You couldn't kill me before, and you still can't kill me now."
Nalan Jingwen's cold and indifferent voice rang out, as if it came from the distant past. It was not very clear, but it plunged Nangong Jiuyan into utter despair.
She struggled, her voice murmured, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground, staining it red inch by inch.
"No, I can't die. I haven't even gotten to that position yet. I can't die..."
Nalan Jingwen approached her, raising his long sword. "You are foolish and unaware of your own stupidity. You were used and driven to extinction, yet you still dared to try to sit in that position. You have done countless evil deeds. Those so-called solutions to natural disasters were all orchestrated by you. You do not value the lives of the people, but use them as pawns to advance your power. How can someone like you be worthy of sitting in that highest position!"
She originally didn't care what methods Nangong Jiuyan used to fight for the throne, but she shouldn't have provoked her.
Nangong Jiuyan's voice gradually became disordered, it was unclear whether he was arguing or talking to himself.
"No, it shouldn't be like this. They are just worthless lives. It is their honor to give their lives for my great cause. They should be proud."
"It shouldn't be like this. I've been scheming for so many years, how could it be like this..."
Nalan Jingwen, unwilling to listen to her nonsense any longer, flew out with her sword, aiming at Nangong Jiuyan. In the blink of an eye, the sword was knocked away by a burst of energy, and a cold palm pressed against Nalan Jingwen's chest. The powerful force flowed into her meridians through her palm, almost shattering all the profound energy she had gathered.
Waves of shock rippled through her chest, and the surging energy sent her flying instantly. Blood spurted from her mouth as she crashed to the ground, her internal energy churning wildly, leaving her almost unable to move.
"Your Majesty!"
Jingchi's eyes widened in fury. He leaped up and rushed towards her, but was struck down by a palm and fell heavily into the mud.
Nalan Jingwen propped himself up and looked at the white figure that had appeared out of thin air. The bright moon hanging high in the sky seemed to pale in comparison to him. He was surrounded by the soft moonlight, which was cold and hazy. The figure was so beautiful that it seemed unreal and too distant to touch, captivating the soul.
Nalan Jingwen had no interest in appreciating it; instead, she let out a roar.
"Xue Qingheng!!"
Xue Qingheng looked at her with indifferent eyes, his whole demeanor distant.
"You must not kill her."
"What right do you have to stop me! Who do you think you are?!"