From cute to empress

Chapter 228 Zhen Youcai fights bloody battles to save the beauty

"They're here!" I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning slightly white from the exertion. Young Master Xiaoyao patted my shoulder and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm here." His firm gaze calmed my restless heart a little.

The martial arts conference was held as scheduled, with the Shaolin abbot presiding over the conference. The scene was solemn and dignified. However, beneath the seemingly calm surface, there was an undercurrent, like the calm before the storm, which was suffocating.

I had been secretly observing the movements of the Iron Blood Escort, waiting for the perfect moment to expose their conspiracy. Finally, one of the Iron Blood Escort's men stood up and spoke, hypocritically proposing that we unite all the martial arts sects to jointly resist the invasion of the Demon Cult.

"My fellow heroes, the evil cult's monsters have evil ambitions and want to subvert the martial arts world. We cannot sit idly by!" The Iron-Blooded Escorts' chief escort said righteously. His words were full of incitement, and many people in the martial arts world who did not know the truth nodded in agreement.

"The time has come!" I whispered to Young Master Xiaoyao and the Lord of the Lingjiu Palace. They nodded knowingly, and the three of them exchanged glances, ready to act.

Just as the Iron Blood Escorts' chief was trying to continue his deception, I leaped to the center of the arena and shouted, "Shut up! You Iron Blood Escorts are the true lackeys of the Demon Cult. How dare you speak so brazenly here!"

My appearance was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves. The crowd erupted in a commotion, chattering abruptly, their eyes fixed on me and the Iron-Blooded Escort in disbelief.

The Iron-Blooded Escorts' chief escort obviously hadn't anticipated my sudden attack. His face instantly turned livid. He pointed at me and shouted fiercely, "Who are you? How dare you slander me, the Iron-Blooded Escorts!"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I have evidence that your Iron-Blooded Escort has colluded with the Demon Cult and murdered fellow martial artists!" I said, throwing a token into the air.

"That's... the chief escort token of the Iron-Blooded Escort!" Someone in the crowd recognized the token and exclaimed in surprise.

"I found this token when we were wiping out the Demon Cult's stronghold. It's stained with the Demon Cult's unique scent. The evidence is irrefutable. What else do you have to say?" I shouted sternly, my eyes as sharp as torches, staring directly at the Iron-Blooded Escorts.

The face of the Iron-Blooded Escorts' chief escort had become uglier than pig liver. He knew that his conspiracy had been exposed and it was impossible to argue anymore, so he glared at me viciously and turned around to escape.

"Want to run? Not that easy!" Zhen Youcai's figure appeared in front of the chief escort of the Tiexue Escorts like a ghost, blocking his way.

"General Zhen!" I shouted in surprise, and my heart finally settled down.

"Miss Niu, leave this to me, don't worry!" Zhen Youcai gave me a reassuring look, then drew out his sword and fought with the chief escort of the Tiexue Escort Division.

Both were martial arts masters, their moves fierce and their swords powerful, making it difficult to determine the winner. I nervously watched the battle, silently praying that Zhen Youcai would be safe.

Just as Zhen Youcai was about to subdue the Iron Blood Escorts' chief escort, a sinister laugh suddenly rang out from the crowd...

That laughter, like the sound of hell, was bone-chilling and chilling. Alarm bells rang in my heart, and I turned around suddenly to see a figure in a blood-red robe, holding a blood-red scimitar, emerging from the crowd like a ghost.

"Blood Knife Ancestor!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed, his tone filled with fear.

The Blood Knife Patriarch, known as the "Blood Knife Sect Master" in the martial arts world, is one of the most mysterious and ruthless figures in the Demon Sect. His martial arts skills are unfathomable. It is said that at least eight hundred people have died under his blood knife.

How come he is here? !

I was horrified, and before I could react, the Blood Knife Ancestor had already transformed into a blood shadow and rushed towards Zhen Youcai like lightning.

"Be careful!" I exclaimed, but it was too late to stop it.

The Blood Knife Patriarch was incredibly fast. Zhen Youcai had no time to react before he was hit in the chest with a palm. He flew backwards with blood spurting out of his mouth.

"Zhen Youcai!" My eyes were bloodshot and I rushed towards Zhen Youcai desperately and caught his shaky body.

"Ahem..." Zhen Youcai's face was as pale as paper, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was shocking. He endured the severe pain, grabbed my hand, and said weakly: "Miss Niu, go quickly... Don't worry about me..."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Let's go together!" My eyes were red, I shook my head firmly, and helped him stand up slowly.

"Haha, this is truly moving!" The Blood Knife Patriarch's sinister voice echoed in our ears. "But do you think you can leave here alive today?"

I looked coldly at Blood Knife Ancestor, my eyes burning with rage, and said in a cold voice, "Blood Knife Ancestor, you have murdered fellow martial artists and committed heinous crimes. Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of Heaven and eliminate this demon!"

"Just you? You are overestimating yourself!" The Blood Knife Patriarch sneered disdainfully, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Ms. Niu, you are no match for him, go away!" Zhen Youcai shouted anxiously.

"Leave? None of you can leave!" The Blood Knife Ancestor flashed and appeared in front of us like a ghost. The blood-red scimitar chopped down at us with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Be careful!" Zhen Youcai shouted, and regardless of his injuries, he pushed me away, but he himself took the blow from the Blood Knife Ancestor.

"Zhen Youcai!" I screamed in terror, watching helplessly as the blood-red blade light engulfed Zhen Youcai's figure... Blood splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood...

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. My world was filled with only the blood-stained sky and Zhen Youcai's painful groans. His shirt was stained with blood, a shocking sight. I stumbled to his side, my trembling hands reaching for the wound on his chest, only to feel warm liquid slipping through my fingers.

"Zhen Youcai! How are you? Don't scare me!" My voice was trembling, almost crying.

Zhen Youcai opened his eyes with great effort, forcing a smile onto his pale face: "Miss Niu...Miss Niu, don't worry, I'm fine..."

"You're okay? He stabbed you, how can you be okay?" My eyes were hot and tears welled up in my eyes.

The Blood Knife Patriarch looked at us and laughed sinisterly, "How touching! It's a pity that you will all die here today, becoming a pair of desperate mandarin ducks!"

After saying that, he raised the bloody scimitar again, and the cold light on the blade reflected my desperate face. I hugged Zhen Youcai tightly, closed my eyes, and waited for death to come.

However, the expected pain never came. I opened my eyes in confusion, only to see a white shadow descend from the sky like lightning, firmly blocking our path.

"Master of Lingjiu Palace!" I exclaimed in surprise.

The person who came was none other than the famous Lingjiu Palace Master in the martial arts world. She was dressed in white and had an extraordinary temperament, just like the Queen Mother of the West.

"Old Monster Blood Knife, you are so bold that you actually dare to attack and injure people in a martial arts conference. Do you really think that there is no one in my Lingjiu Palace?!" The voice of the Palace Master of Lingjiu Palace was cold, but with unquestionable majesty.

"Master Lingjiu, are you going to meddle in other people's business too?" The Blood Knife Patriarch had a gloomy expression, and there was a hint of fear in his tone.

"Evil cannot defeat good. Today I will uphold justice and get rid of you, this scourge!" Before the Lord of Lingjiu Palace finished speaking, his figure had already floated towards the Blood Knife Ancestor like a ghost, with a fierce palm wind and an overwhelming momentum.

At the same time, there was another commotion in the crowd. A handsome man in a green shirt came over with a group of people, holding a folding fan.

"Master Xiaoyao!" Exclamations erupted from the crowd.

Young Master Xiaoyao, the young master of Xiaoyao Valley, the most mysterious organization in the martial arts world, has unfathomable martial arts skills and is as famous as the Lord of Lingjiu Palace.

"Old monster Blood Knife, today is the day you die!" Young Master Xiaoyao waved his folding fan, his tone calm, but with unquestionable dominance.

With the participation of the Lord of the Lingjiu Palace and Young Master Xiaoyao, the battle situation instantly reversed. Masters from other sects also joined the battle and surrounded the Blood Knife Ancestor.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Blood Knife Patriarch wanted to break out and escape, but was stopped by Zhen Youcai and I.

"Want to leave? Not that easy!" I roared, gathering all my strength and striking the Blood Knife Ancestor with a palm.

"Blood debt must be paid with blood!" Zhen Youcai endured the pain and swung his sword at the Blood Knife Ancestor.

In the end, under the combined siege of everyone, the Blood Blade Ancestor was severely injured and fled in a panic. Looking at the direction he disappeared, I felt no joy in my heart, but instead a strange sense of unease.

"He will come back..." Zhen Youcai's weak voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of solemnity in his tone...