Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 840 - 628: Breakout_3
Just as they were about to charge out of the valley entrance by several feet, but before they could lead everyone out of the valley, Yu Wencheng suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from the front, forcibly stopping his steed from surging forward.
It’s Yuan An!
He galloped like a ferocious tiger out of the gate, the long blade in his hand wrapped in a fierce gust, chopping straight towards the top of Yu Wencheng’s head.
"Your Highness, watch out!"
Song Shiyuan shouted and was about to spur his horse forward to assist, but his horse was startled by the flames, snorting and frantically circling in place, unwilling to charge forward. Yu Wencheng, having just slain two soldiers, felt invincible and did not retreat, directly lifting his blade to meet the attack.
Yuan An’s blade came down, Yu Wencheng raised his blade horizontally. As the two swords clashed, a dull thud resonated.
"Ah—!"
Although Yu Wencheng gritted his teeth, he couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan.
The moment the two blades met, he immediately felt a tremor in his arm, followed by a sharp pain in his palm, almost making him lose grip of his blade—Yuan An’s strike actually cracked his tiger’s mouth, almost tearing into his palm!
Just as his arms went numb and started disobeying him, Yuan An’s eyes were quick and he retracted his blade. In a sweep, the sharp edge slashed from the right, aiming directly at his throat. Yu Wencheng broke into a cold sweat, but despite the numbness in his arms, he gritted his teeth and gripped the hilt tightly, leaning in forcefully.
Another dull thud sounded, the blade clashing against his, even sparking!
Even though Yu Wencheng narrowly blocked this strike, before he could catch his breath, Yuan An twisted the blade from the left, slashing diagonally down towards his ribs. Terrified, Yu Wencheng panicked, retracting his blade to block.
With several exchanges, he was left struggling left and right, barely fending off attacks but clearly showing signs of clumsiness.
As he once more raised his long blade to block Yuan An’s attack directed at his thigh, his arms were already so numb they could hardly lift. Yet in that instant, Yuan An let out a furious roar, spinning his blade, the sharp edge slashing directly at his throat!
Yu Wencheng’s arms were numb, unable to retract. Seeing the gleaming edge closing in, despair surged in his heart, and he closed his eyes in fright.
Meanwhile, behind him, Song Shiyuan finally tamed the startled horse, shouting as he charged forward. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
But it was too late!
Still several meters away, Song Shiyuan roared, urging his horse to charge rapidly, stretching his long arm out, but his blade could only just reach Yu Wencheng’s side, unable to touch Yuan An. Meanwhile, Yuan An’s blade, tinged with a bloody breeze, was already arriving in front of Yu Wencheng.
Yu Wencheng was about to be decapitated by him!
In that instant of life and death, suddenly, a piercing sound emerged from afar.
Yuan An was startled, unable to react, but the instinct of a military general already alerted him to the incoming danger, overwhelming, suffocating him.
At that moment, he suddenly felt his hand lighten!
Then, a blood blossom burst forth on his arm, as if Other Shore Flowers bloomed suddenly on the shore of the Yellow Springs, a dazzling red, with a strange, bewitching, tragically beautiful elegance, sharper than the arrow that had just flown in the air, piercing directly into one’s heart.
And Yuan An was the one pierced.
His eyes widened, helplessly watching the blood-red flower bloom, then, in its bloom, his arm broke in the middle!
A flash of cold light, enveloped in blood, swept across suddenly!
"Ah—"
The valley echoed with Yuan An’s piercing scream, and simultaneously, the blade he tightly held, already closing in on Yu Wencheng’s throat, dropped to the ground in response.
Only in time to leave a crimson mark on Yu Wencheng’s throat.
At this moment, Yu Wencheng couldn’t quite believe his circumstances, his stiff body shaking, and only after a while did he awaken from the chill pain on his neck and slowly open his eyes.
There, diagonally opposite him, atop a small hill.
A tall, familiar figure stood proudly. The first light of the rising sun fell upon the hill and, as if guided, fully converged on this person, illuminating the tall, sturdy figure gloriously, like a Heavenly God descending to the world.
In his hand, he held a Divine Arm Bow, as heavy as a thousand jun!
