Return of the Pearl

Altai was seen standing on a high place with an arrogant look on his face. He said to Qianlong in a sharp voice: "Your Majesty, where are you going? You'd better go back with me obediently!" As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his chin, a scornful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes revealed his disdain for Qianlong.

Then, his sinister gaze swept towards Qianlong, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, as if warning Qianlong not to act rashly. Then, he slowly raised his arm, as if to order his men to forcibly take Qianlong back. Behind him, those trusted men were also rubbing their hands, ready to obey his orders and take action against Qianlong.

Qianlong stood there calmly, exuding a calmness and composure that was fearless of life and death. There was a touch of determination on his face and a firm light flashing in his eyes, like the brightest star in the night sky, exuding the majesty of a king.

His upright figure was like a towering mountain, awe-inspiring; his calm demeanor was like the vast ocean, deep and unfathomable. At this critical moment, Qianlong showed his true kingly demeanor. His temperament was noble and awe-inspiring, which made people impressed and overwhelmed.

At this critical moment, suddenly, a group of people rushed out from the deep secret passage like a tide. Fu Heng was like a nimble and brave cheetah, taking the brunt of the attack at lightning speed. He was heroic and full of vigor. Soon after, Fulun, Erkang, An Yi and others also appeared. They were like a solid barrier, protecting Xiao Yun tightly in the middle.

Qianlong's eyes searched the crowd anxiously. When he saw Yun'er standing there safe and sound, the huge rock that had been hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

Although Li Ergou had told him before that Yun'er had escaped safely, he still couldn't completely let go of the worry deep in his heart, and was always worried about whether Yun'er could successfully reunite with Erkang and others.

When Altai saw this scene, he was shocked and his face was full of fear and panic. He clearly realized that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to him, so he hurriedly ordered his trusted people to act quickly to stop the attack of Fu Heng and others, while he himself planned to take this opportunity to escape from here as quickly as possible.

However, this time they brought a large number of soldiers, and the emperor had been rescued safely, which made Fu Heng and others no longer have any worries. They were burning with rage in their hearts, which was the rage for revenge for those sacrificed soldiers. Because of this, they were more ferocious and fierce than usual when they attacked. Every move and every style was filled with endless anger and determination, as if they wanted to completely defeat the enemy.

The group of people under Altai were like a surging tide, and they were instantly caught in a thrilling life-and-death fight with Fu Heng and others. The shouts and cries on the field were like rolling thunder, shaking everyone's eardrums, and the clanging sounds of swords and knives were as dense and rapid as a rainstorm, and never stopped.

The soldiers on both sides were like a group of crazy beasts, fighting desperately. Every move and every style was full of terrifying power and resolute determination. Their figures rushed across the battlefield like lightning, sometimes leaping high like an eagle spreading its wings, sometimes dodging flexibly like a cunning rabbit hiding, sometimes swinging their swords hard like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, and sometimes punching and kicking like a storm.

Amid the interweaving of swords and sabers, blood splattered everywhere like gorgeous fireworks. The tragic battle scene made people feel as if they were there, terrified. Burning flames erupted from the eyes of Fu Heng and others. The moves they used were as sharp and precise as a storm, and every attack was carried with devastating rage and hatred.

Altai's men also fought desperately and showed tenacious fighting spirit. They tried to buy time for Altai to escape, and would never retreat even if they had to fight to the last man.

However, under the overwhelming and fierce offensive of Fu Heng and others, they gradually became unable to cope and fell into a disadvantage. The situation on the battlefield gradually became clear like the changing wind and clouds. The entire battle scene was like a magnificent painting, full of tension and excitement, making people seem to be able to touch the strong fighting atmosphere and feel the bravery and passion of the soldiers.

At this moment, Altai was like a frightened bird, panic-stricken and confused. He didn't care about anything else. He just used all his strength to run for his life. Those people did buy him some time, but he was completely unaware that An Yi had received Qianlong's order and was quietly chasing in the direction he left.

Just as Altai was hurriedly packing up his valuables and trying to flee the place, An Yi appeared in front of him silently like a ghostly shadow. An Yi was unable to participate in the fierce battle because he had left the capital, but the remaining secret guards had already told him about Altai's many evil deeds. At this moment, with such a great opportunity for revenge, how could he let it go easily?

An Yi didn't hesitate at all. His body was as swift as a ghost and as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he brutally broke Altai's limbs. In that extremely brief moment, Altai seemed to be struck by the nine-day divine thunder. The unspeakable pain was like a huge wave, sweeping towards him like a tidal wave.

The excruciating pain seemed to tear his soul out of his body and completely drown him like a raging flood. His face became distorted and hideous due to extreme agony, like a demon from hell. Every inch of his skin was trembling violently, and every nerve was screaming in agony.

An extremely shrill scream emanated from his throat. The sound was like the weeping and wailing of wronged souls in the underworld, resounding throughout the world, making people shudder and terrified. The pain was like tens of millions of poisonous insects gnawing at his body, and like a raging fire burning his soul, plunging him into an endless abyss of pain.

Qianlong was extremely anxious. He pulled Xiao Yun into his arms and murmured, "Yun'er..."

His voice was low and urgent, so only the two of them could hear him. He continued, "Are you injured? I feel a sharp pain in my neck."

Qianlong's hands were full of tenderness and love as he gently stroked Xiao Yun's artery. The shocking bloody wound, with blood oozing out like a fountain, made Qianlong so distressed that he could hardly breathe. His eyes were full of worry and tenderness.