Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 442 - 441: Wind Four

"But it seems there’s only one person," Fu Long still stood on the rooftop.

From a distance, a large group of dicine n was attacking a single individual.

It looked extrely dangerous.

In the darkness of the night, it was hard to see what was actually happening.

"Is it really one of our own?" Chu Qianli gripped her dagger tightly and made a split-second decision, "Tie Xin, Danqing, protect your master well, I’ll go take a look!"

No sooner had she spoken than she leaped up and flew towards the direction of the fight without waiting for anyone to respond.

The distance was sowhat far, so the rotten stench only flashed in waves, appearing and then disappearing.

The person Wuya ntioned as one of our own had already been blocking them for a while.

But there were just too many dicine n, and for a mont, that person couldn’t force all of them to retreat.

Who in the world was it that could hold off over a hundred dicine n all by themself?

Such martial prowess was simply unimaginable!

Fu Long followed suit and chased after.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the scene of the fight.

Of the hundreds of dicine n, at least half lay on the ground, lifeless.

Everyone knew how strong dicine n were in a fight, feeling no pain or fear, stopping at nothing until death!

Being able to kill nearly fifty was already an incredible feat.

In the midst of the crowd, a towering figure was still battling the endlessly attacking dicine n.

He wore a loose robe; all one could tell was that he was very tall, but his figure was indiscernible.

Wuya called him one of our own, and at this mont Chu Qianli didn’t have ti to think further, imdiately tensing her wrist and slashing her dagger at a dicine Man.

Her blade, carrying fierce Inner Strength, alternated between being aggressive and resilient, swiftly slashing with a few whooshing sounds and taking down two dicine n.

Fu Long felt a surge of warmth in his heart, never expecting Ali’s martial arts to have improved so rapidly.

That girl had made yet another astonishing leap forward.

He too promptly raised his great sword, sweeping it through the air, and cut down the two dicine n closest to him.

But one of them, clearly severely injured, still got up and continued to lunge forward.

"Be careful of the poison on their bodies!" Chu Qianli exclaid urgently.

Fu Long said in a deep voice, "I know, take care of yourself, and don’t worry about !"

The man in the black robe pursed his lips tightly without uttering a word, his long sword flicking upward, and several dicine n were imdiately sent flying.

Even though his Inner Strength was so profound, only two dicine n stabbed by his long sword fell.

The others, despite their injuries, felt no pain and got back up, still baring their teeth and charging.

The three of them gradually got surrounded by dicine n in the fight ring, and though they didn’t speak a word to each other, they seed in sync.

The man in the black robe defended two directions, while Chu Qianli and Fu Long each took one.

The remaining dozens of dicine n gradually fell, one after another.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded.

The remaining twenty or so dicine n imdiately turned to run as if summoned.

Like a pack of wild beasts!

Several of them, with broken legs, still retreated quickly, feeling no pain from their injuries.

This scene, if not witnessed with one’s own eyes, would be utterly unbelievable.

FInally, they left.

Chu Qianli gasped for breath, her tightly wound nerves finally relaxing, causing her legs to suddenly go weak.

She almost knelt to the ground.

The man in the black robe scooped her up with a large hand, a surge of palm strength lifting her.

"...Thank... you!" Chu Qianli still couldn’t catch her breath.

Although her Inner Strength was now greater than Fu Long’s, she lacked in physical stamina.

At this mont, Fu Long still looked full of energy, whereas she was so exhausted she could hardly stand.

Fu Long put away his great sword and quickly ca over to support her, "Ali, how are you?"

"No, nothing’s wrong, just really... too tired."

After gasping a few more breaths, Chu Qianli finally raised her head to look at the man in the black robe standing not far away.

Only then did she realize that he was wearing a mask.

"You..."

The man in the black robe simply glanced at her before turning and walking away.

His destination... their inn!

Chu Qianli and Fu Long exchanged looks and imdiately followed.

Although Feng Wuya had said he was one of their own, until they had seen for themselves, they still had to follow and confirm.

If he were an enemy, with his level of power, the people inside the inn would be in danger.

Fortunately, the man in the black robe didn’t walk too fast. Otherwise, Chu Qianli feared she wouldn’t be able to keep up.

At the inn, the guards were on high alert. Upon seeing the man in the black robe, they all felt an unspeakable tension.

The powerful aura emanating from him was too intense, too startling!

Tie Xin stayed close by Feng Wuya’s side, fully guarded against the black-robed man who walked in through the inn’s entrance.

Knowing she was no match for him, Tie Xin felt not just nervous but also uneasy.

Feng Wuya stepped out from the group and said indifferently, "He’s one of us."

The black-robed man walked up to him and didn’t speak.

Even though Prince Feng had said he was one of them, the black-robed man’s sharp aura still kept people at bay.

Danqing and the guards also protected Long Ziyue within the crowd, not daring to be careless.

Chu Qianli and Fu Long had hurried back.

Fu Ning quickly went up to them, "Miss, Big Brother, he..."

"He helped us fend off the dicine n."

Fu Long looked at everyone and added, "Hundreds of dicine n!"

Hundreds of dicine n!

Except for Long Ziyue’s group who had not personally experienced the dicine n’s ferocity, the guards of Beiming Country were all shocked.

Hundreds of dicine n, how was that possible?

Those dicine n, who feared neither injury nor pain, could still attack their opponents during battle, even if they were left with only a leg or an arm, or even as their bodies gushed with blood.

They would fight to the death!

Far more formidable than ordinary Dead Soldiers!

One person repelling hundreds of dicine n—this... was simply unimaginable.

"He is my man," Feng Wuya said, looking at everyone and introduced calmly, "His na is Feng Si."

Feng Si!

Chu Qianli had already felt a strangely familiar sensation about the figure of the man in the black robe.

Upon hearing his na, sothing stirred even more within her.

Feng Si...

But, it was impossible.

The Prince had long since left the Imperial City with the troops, personally leading them to Yitie City.

How could he possibly...

Impossible! Was she overthinking this?

Could it be that the only people with formidable Martial Arts were not solely the Prince?

Yet, that strong, imperious aura of a sovereign...

"Ali, let introduce you," Feng Wuya smiled at her, "He..."

"I am tired."

The hoarse voice of Feng Si caused the air around them to freeze for an instant.

This hoarseness was clearly not constrained intentionally, but rather, it seed as if his throat was really damaged.

Feng Wuya’s heart shook slightly as he looked at him, wanting to say sothing.

But Feng Si showed no intention of interacting with him.

He asked indifferently, "Where shall I sleep tonight?"

This attitude, did it resemble that of a subordinate?

It was clearly that of a master!