Nangong Pu She, willing to share the young master's worries!

Ying Changqing walked slowly toward Bei Mingzi and carefully helped him to his feet.

"I will always remember your kindness in helping me in my time of need."

"They have already done so much for me, and now I am confident that I can safely complete the rest of the journey."

"After your internal energy recovers, you can return to the Taoist sect to focus on your breakthrough."

"Opportunities for breakthroughs are rare, and you have waited a hundred years, so we will not trouble you with the rest of the journey."

After saying that, Ying Changqing turned around, preparing to face Zhao Xuansu who was rushing towards him.

"Your Highness, let me handle this."

"I don't know what trump cards Your Highness has, but it's not worth using them against Zhao Xuansu."

"He doesn't deserve the prince's attention."

Nangong Pushe stood in front of Ying Changqing, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, and spoke in a low voice with his back to Ying Changqing.

When the Ehuang and Nüying sisters heard Nangong Pushe's words, they immediately showed a surprised expression. Their gazes first turned to her, and then to Zhao Xuansu.

The two women were at the early stage of Grandmaster, weaker than Nangong Pushe.

They pose no threat to Zhao Xuansu, and even helping them would only make things worse.

Therefore, he could only look on with envy at Nangong Pushe's retreating figure.

They vowed in their hearts: "We must strive to become stronger, so that one day we can also protect the prince from the wind and rain."

"Nangong, can you do it?"

Ying Changqing watched Nangong Pushe's white-clad figure, which seemed to float away like a deity.

The wind blew through her long hair.

The setting sun shone on her back, and Ying Changqing's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He finally understood that Nangong Pushe was not only his helper in cultivating the True Dragon Treasure Technique, but also a respectable maid.

Li Yang, the most beautiful woman in the world, Nangong Pushe.

He was someone Ying Changqing completely trusted and relied on.

"As the prince's maid, I must share his burdens."

Nangong Pushe turned and smiled at Ying Changqing.

"I have indeed improved thanks to the techniques and guidance the prince taught me."

"Although I am not as strong as Zhao Xuansu at his peak, his aura is chaotic now, his Dao heart is unstable, and his eyes are full of fear."

"I can beat him, I'm 100% confident!"

At this moment, Zhao Xuansu had already rushed to a point less than twenty meters away from Ying Changqing.

He had already begun forming hand seals, and a bolt of purple lightning shot from his fingertips toward Ying Changqing at incredible speed.

"Nangong, since you are so confident, Zhao Xuansu will be entrusted to you."

"Your Highness, leave it to me!"

Nangong Pushe swung his right hand, and the Embroidered Winter Blade was instantly drawn, slashing at the purple lightning that Zhao Xuansu was shooting from her fingertips.

"call out!"

A flash of light, and the lightning was shattered.

Nangong Pushe leaped up, lightly touching the ground with his toes, and caught the returning Xiudong knife. He then twirled the knife in his hand, creating a flourish.

At the same time, they stood in front of Zhao Xuansu, blocking his way.

"My prince is of noble status; you are not worthy to fight him."

Nangong Pushe's voice was icy: "Remember, the person who killed you was Prince Ying Changqing's maid, Nangong Pushe!"

Nangong Pushe held the Embroidered Winter and Spring Thunder swords horizontally in both hands, his expression serious.

Zhao Xuansu dared not relax her vigilance due to the powerful aura emanating from him.

He hadn't expected Ying Changqing to have such a skilled person by his side.

The opponent was clearly only at the peak of the Grandmaster level.

Now, however, he, a half-step Celestial Realm expert, felt a real threat.

If she were to be careless, Zhao Xuansu would die by her blade.

This was something he couldn't understand at all.

Even if fear prevented them from unleashing their full potential.

"But...why do I feel a deadly threat from such a young girl!"

Despite his doubts, Zhao Xuansu chose to trust the intuition he had accumulated over many years on the battlefield.

Since instinct warns like this, the woman before them must be extremely powerful.

"Today, I only want Ying Changqing's life!"

"Hand over Ying Changqing, and I can spare your lives, and I promise not to harm the innocent."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Xuansu's aura suddenly erupted, the sky changed color, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a gale swept up sand and stones, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

"But anyone who dares to stop them will die!"

"Those who don't want to die, step aside!"

Zhao Xuansu dared not confront Nangong Pushe directly, and only wanted to force her to back down with words.

He was worried that Ying Changqing or the mysterious old Taoist priest might recover their inner strength, which would mean that he wouldn't be the one killing Ying Changqing, but rather that he would be the one to die.

"First stop!"

Nangong Pushe immediately drew his Xiudong Chunlei sword.

The blade paused briefly, then slashed fiercely at Zhao Xuansu.

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Xuansu created a pale yellow barrier in front of him.

"If you stand in my way of killing Ying Changqing, you are hindering my ascension."

"We are sworn enemies, and a victor must be determined."

"Do you really have to do this?"

Zhao Xuansu easily blocked the attack, much to Nangong Pushe's surprise.

This slash couldn't hurt him at all; it wouldn't have any effect even if he stood still.

Zhao Xuansu breathed a sigh of relief.

But the body's reaction doesn't lie; he frowned, not understanding what the problem was.

Nangong Pushe remained silent, turning the Spring Thunder in his hand.

The next second, he gripped Chunlei in his backhand, and with his twin blades, one in front and one behind, he stabbed at Zhao Xuansu's protective aura.

"If you try to stop me, don't blame me for being impolite; you can't stop me anyway!"

Upon seeing cracks appear on the protective aura, Zhao Xuansu immediately stretched out her hands and thrust forward with a powerful palm strike.

This palm strike sent Nangong Pu flying backward.

But looking at the cracks in his protective aura, he tried to guess Nangong Pushe's strength.

He clearly felt that Nangong Pushe's attack was exactly the same as before.

The protective aura that could withstand the opponent's attack developed cracks.

The third cut was indeed different from the first, but Zhao Xuansu couldn't pinpoint exactly how.

But that's not important.

The third strike still couldn't threaten him.

Zhao Xuansu no longer took Nangong Pushe seriously.

Taking advantage of the moment when Nangong Pushe was forced back, he immediately rushed towards Ying Changqing.

Nangong Pushe twirled his twin swords at his waist and slashed at Zhao Xuansu's qi with incredible speed, narrowly missing him.

Zhao Xuansu originally intended to ignore Nangong Pushe's feeble attack and kill Ying Changqing directly.

But he suddenly realized that the fourth strike was far more powerful than the previous three, and even disrupted his offensive rhythm.

Just as Zhao Xuansu was surprised, Nangong Pushe swung his sword with the speed of a white fox, slashing at his back again.

The power of this strike forced Zhao Xuansu to defend herself.

Nangong Pushe's sword strikes were continuous, with pauses between each strike, but the speed was getting faster and faster.

The snow-white blade ripped through the night like lightning under the moonlight.

Zhao Xuansu could not find an opportunity to counterattack and could only parry hastily, unable to even widen the distance between herself and Nangong Pushe.

However, the situation is completely different now.

Zhao Xuansu discovered that Nangong Pushe's attacks had improved again.

When the twelfth strike landed, his protective aura was easily pierced like thin paper.

In the critical moment, Zhao Xuansu could only condense her pale yellow true energy in her palm, barely managing to block the fatal blow.

"This woman, Nangong Pushe, uses sword techniques that build up layer upon layer, creating a cumulative power."

"We must break her technique!"

While Zhao Xuansu was still thinking, Nangong Pushe had already raised his left hand and swung his sword at his head again.

"Little girl, you really don't know what's good for you."

"Since you insist on courting death, I'll kill you first, then I'll kill Ying Changqing!"