Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 740 - 739: I am your Xiaoyao

Chapter 740: Chapter 739: I am your Xiaoyao

Ye Qingying was in the backyard.

Upon hearing the elusive flute music, Ye Qingying completely lost his rationality.

His eyes were a gory red, his pupils murky and devoid of any sheen.

It was evident that he had been thoroughly controlled by the Poisonous Insect Poison.

There were two red marks on his wrist, clearly from being bound by chains.

But by now, he had already torn the chains apart.

Although the Poisonous Insect Poison had muddled his mind and seized his consciousness, it pushed his martial arts power to the extreme.

Feng Jinrui was entangled with him, but it was clear that Jinrui was no match for him.

Just as Ye Qingying’s palm was about to land on Feng Jinrui, Leng Ji and Jingri, who had just arrived, leaped forward, attempting to restrain him from behind.

However, Ye Qingying’s power was beyond their reach at this moment, and he suddenly turned his head back, his eyes an even more frightening shade of blood red.

With a whoosh, Jingri was immediately sent flying by his forceful blow.

Leng Ji lunged with his long sword, only to be swept away by Ye Qingying’s palm as well.

Their power seemed to have spiked in an instant, as if someone had forcibly pushed their abilities to their limits with drugs, leaving Jingri and Leng Ji almost stunned.

Seizing the opportunity while Ye Qingying was entangled with the two, Feng Jinrui leaped up from the ground and aimed his palm toward Ye Qingying’s head.

But Jinrui was a kind person, and facing an out-of-control Ye Qingying, he simply couldn’t bring himself to strike fatally.

Thus, his palm hesitated just as it was about to land on Ye Qingying’s head.

In a confrontation between masters, there’s no room for the slightest hesitation.

This moment of hesitation immediately put Feng Jinrui in grave danger.

Ye Qingying swung his large palm, and a fierce, icy palm wind came straight for Feng Jinrui.

Jinrui was forced backward by his palm wind.

Yet Ye Qingying seemed to realize that he was the most skilled martial artist present.

Stepping through the cold wind without hesitation, he pursued his advantage, throwing a walloping punch toward Feng Jinrui’s chest.

Feng Jinrui had nowhere to dodge and could only raise his palm to meet it.

But he was retreating, with no time to gather his True Qi, and the palm he thrust forward had not even a third of his usual power.

"Jinrui, be careful!" Chu Qianli saw everything clearly.

If Feng Jinrui’s palm collided with Ye Qingying’s fist now, he wouldn’t die, but he would be severely injured; he might not even be able to save his hand!

"Fourteenth Master, watch out!" Jingri got up and immediately lunged over.

But he was too far from Feng Jinrui—it was already too late.

In the night, a slender figure abruptly threw herself in front of Feng Jinrui, confronting Ye Qingying’s palm face-on.

"Enchantress!" Feng Jinrui cried out in terror!

With the Enchantress’s palm strike, that hand would definitely be ruined!

Her esteemed medical skills treasured above all her hands; the Divine Doctor with ghostly hands—if she lost her hands, what would she do in the future?

"Be careful!" Jinrui immediately embraced Chu Qianli, trying to roll over and shield her with his body.

But it was already too late.

Before Ye Qingying’s fist even reached them, the force of the punch made it impossible for them to open their eyes.

The fist was about to strike the Enchantress’s palm!

"Master!"

At the critical moment, Chu Qianli abandoned the attack, halting the force in her palm.

In her line of sight, Ye Qingying’s fist was already in front of her.

Yet she merely watched him quietly, hoarsely calling out, "Master!"

"Enchantress!" Feng Jinrui screamed with all his might!

Everything was happening in the blink of an eye.

The whistling fist wind was so intense that it almost forced people to close their eyes.

But those bright, wide eyes remained wide open, facing the stabbing pain, determinedly meeting those blood-red eyes.

With a whoosh, the fist wind hit her face.

Her small face was almost deformed by the impact.

But at that moment, the fist wind came to a halt.

Everyone was so frightened they dared not breathe a word.

Only Chu Qianli still watched the man before her quietly, speaking in a hoarse voice, "Master, I am Xiaoyao; I’m your Xiaoyao!"