Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 2018 - 503: Miss, Don’t!_3
An Yiqing’s pupils contracted as she could feel the immense danger lurking within that white light! If she were at her peak, she might still be able to contend with it. But now, her body was already at its limit!
Gritting her teeth hard, for the sliver of hope for An Zhifeng and the others, she fought with all she had!
Vast internal power poured into the Qingying Sword as An Yiqing seemed to transform into a sword soul, stepping in the unique pace of the Shennong Nine Style, advancing towards Meisite with uncanny speed.
Watching the overwhelming aura coming at him, a flicker of surprise crossed Meisite’s eyes. Clearly, this woman was already at the end of her rope, yet she could still erupt with such tremendous power!
A heaviness sank in his heart; An Yiqing absolutely could not be allowed to live!
Determined, Meisite began chanting again, and simultaneously, the light from the cross intensified!
In the vast mansion, warm sunlight streamed into the hall, but it paled in comparison to the radiance of the cross. Sword energy, agile as a Dragon You, clashed fiercely with the blinding white light, exploding in mid-air!
With a heavy thud, An Zhifeng, Lancelot, and the others were shaken off their feet, collapsing to the ground.
The blinding light and the scorching heat of the sword energy instinctively made them shield their eyes, mustering all their strength to block it.
The dull noise persisted for several seconds, and as the light gradually faded, the dragon-like sword energy dissipated into nothingness. An Yiqing and Meisite’s figures reappeared in everyone’s sight once more.
Meisite’s white priest robe was a bit disheveled, with numerous scratches on his face from the Qingying Sword’s energy. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his complexion was a bit pale. He looked at An Yiqing in shock, not expecting this young woman to withstand his fatal strike.
However, An Yiqing’s condition was far worse than Meisite’s. She was already injured, and she had just overdrawn her power again. Now, she was vomiting blood in large gulps, her face as pale as paper, her body swaying as if about to fall.
"Miss!"
With their sight restored, An Zhifeng and the others’ faces changed drastically, rushing forward to support her. However, Lancelot and the others would never allow them to succeed, immediately stepping forward to block the Thirteen Blood Generals.
The Thirteen Blood Generals, eyes red with rage, recklessly charged at the Sacred Temple Knight.
"You are very strong; surrendering to the embrace of the Lord and serving the great His Holiness the Pope is your best choice."
An Yiqing took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and casually tossed it aside. She looked at Meisite calmly, struggling to keep her posture steady.
"I only serve myself, and your Lord and Pope, I’m not interested in them."
Meisite’s face froze, "Today, you will die here! You are not my opponent!"
"Then let’s give it a try!"
A flash of cold arrogance burst from An Yiqing’s eyes, and her smile was dazzling. She slowly raised the Qingying Sword in her hand, and with her body as the center, a powerful current started to whirl upwards slowly. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
"Your strength hasn’t been exhausted!" Meisite’s eyes widened with disbelief that a woman at the end of her power could still erupt with such formidable strength!
Once more, the thought emerged that An Yiqing, if not subdued, must be eliminated!
Raising the cross above his head, Meisite’s chanting echoed once again. From his body, the blazing white light started to emanate, like a white flame, aiming to engulf the entire mansion.
He kept chanting while watching An Yiqing, noticing that the airflow around her coalesced into a phantom Dragon You, intertwining with that peculiar short sword. Vaguely, he could even hear the dragon’s roar.
With a sense of alarm, Meisite quickened his chanting pace.
Meanwhile, An Yiqing wasn’t as composed as she seemed. Her internal organs were burning with pain, and the depletion of her internal power weakened her body to the extreme, sustained only by her strong spiritual power!
The fourth style of the Shennong Nine Style flashed in her mind. Gritting her teeth, An Yiqing made a decision.
Having mastered only the first three styles, she had to go all out for the sake of An Zhifeng and the others. She just hoped that the ancestor Shennong would bless her, allowing her to unleash the power of the fourth style!
The fourth style of the "Shennong Nine Style" commands the power to move mountains and overturn seas!
The dragon surrounding her gradually materialized; whether it was Lancelot or the Thirteen Blood Generals, they were all stunned by the scene before their eyes. Unconsciously, they stopped, staring in shock at An Yiqing enveloped by the colossal dragon!
By now, Meisite’s chanting was complete. Looking at the now tangible dragon, his heart sank, and without hesitation, the white flames on him surged towards An Yiqing!
