In the square in front of the huge East Palace main entrance, snowflakes were flying everywhere like messy cotton wool.
Between heaven and earth, there was a scene of devastation.
Li Chen's whole body was cold. This was the first time in his past and present lives that Li Chen faced death head-on.
The threat of death was like a poisonous snake spitting a message, and like a python wrapping around his waist, it tightly wrapped Li Chen's body, making it difficult for him to even take a breath.
This flash of lightning was obviously just the blink of an eye, but the world in front of Li Chen slowed down infinitely, as if it were playing out frame by frame like a movie.
He could clearly see the saintly girl's extremely white and tender hands, her fingers as crystal clear as green onions. They were as perfect as works of art, but they were grabbing at him with overwhelming murderous intent.
He could even clearly see a snowflake falling on the palm of her hand, melting until it became transparent.
Bang bang bang.
That was the sound of Li Chen's own heartbeat. He could even feel the blood being pumped out of his heart and flowing along the blood vessels throughout his body.
died?
About to die?
Is he going to die?
Li Chen was neither sad nor happy at this moment, but he just felt a little regretful.
If he had a chance to come back, he would kill the White Lotus cult.
"Beep!!"
An eagle's whistle was so sharp that it could almost pierce a person's eardrums.
Just when the saint's slender hand was about to scratch Li Chen's throat, a snow-white hawk swooped down, and the figures of Li Chen and the saint were reflected in its sharp eagle eyes.
It swoops down like a sharp arrow, and rushes like a thunderbolt.
At the extremely high speed, a faint ripple of air was left behind Hai Dongqing.
Those snow-white claws and black nails are sharper than any weapon in the world.
Under that claw, the saint snorted in surprise and pulled out her hand like lightning.
Hai Dongqing, on the other hand, screamed and rolled on the snow, his claws already bloody.
The bright red blood dripped on the snow, spreading out into a large blurred bloodstain, which looked shocking.
The energy that the saint locked onto him disappeared without a trace, and Li Chen took a deep breath, as if a suffocated person suddenly regained his breathing function.
The cold wind whizzed against his face. When Li Chen saw this scene clearly, he wished he could immediately make the sea turtle the national bird and offer it to him.
"What a flat-haired beast!"
Granny Meng beside her became so angry that she raised her hand and crutches, raised her legs and approached Hai Dongqing to beat the beast into a puddle of flesh.
But as an animal, Haidongqing's keen sense of danger is many times greater than that of humans. Before Granny Meng could get closer, it sensed the crisis of life and death and had already flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
He escaped, but his instinct to protect his master kept him from escaping and kept hovering above Li Chen's head.
"I'm so angry!"
Granny Meng was teased by Hai Dongqing, and her old face, which looked like dry tree bark, turned blood red.
But no matter how high her martial arts skills are, she can't really fly in the air, let alone compete with Haidong Qing, who is the king of the sky, so she can only jump in anger on the snow.
On the other end, the fatal blow was broken by Hai Dongqing. The saint's eyes were focused, and without saying a word, she struck another blow towards Li Chen.
This time, with Granny Meng nearby to help, no one could save her.
And the good opportunity has been missed. Once the opportunity to assassinate the imperial prince is lost, how can it be so simple?
"How brave! Come and die for the Za family!!"
Li Chen only heard a sharp shout from Sanbao behind him, followed by a huge roar like thunder rolling past.
Chapter completed!