The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

"Don't even think about it!" Xiao Xizi squeezed out the two words through gritted teeth, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He suppressed the surging blood in his chest and turned to Zhao Guoan, who was staggering forward, and said urgently.

"Your Majesty, just head towards the helicopter. I'll risk my life to block him for you!"

Zhao Guoan's face was ashen, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

He nodded with difficulty, trying to quicken his pace, but unfortunately, Yin Yingzi had sealed all the major acupoints on his body with strange methods, causing him to lose all his cultivation.

In addition to old injuries that had not yet healed, new wounds were added. At this moment, every step he took felt like carrying a mountain on his back, causing excruciating pain to his limbs.

"Still want to escape?"

Zhao Yucheng grinned maliciously, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. He sprang up, his right palm carrying an incomparably fierce gale, aiming straight for Zhao Guoan's back!

"boom!"

Xiao Xizi gritted his teeth and took a step to the side, using his flesh and blood to withstand the blow that was powerful enough to split a monument.

He felt a tremendous force penetrate his body, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he almost spat out blood, but he forced it back down. His feet plowed two deep furrows into the ground.

"Your opponent is us!" Xiao Xizi roared hoarsely, ignoring the churning pain inside his body, and took the initiative to meet Zhao Yucheng.

In an instant, the two figures clashed, their fists and palms striking each other, creating a powerful gust of wind.

Xiao Xizi had to be distracted by protecting the slowly moving emperor behind him, while also struggling to support his severely injured body. He was overwhelmed and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

Zhao Yucheng seized an opening and slammed his palm hard into his shoulder blade.

With a crisp "crack," Xiao Xizi groaned, his entire left arm went limp, veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat poured down his face.

At this moment, Zhao Guoan was still quite a distance from the helicopter that symbolized life.

"Boom--!"

The cave behind them finally collapsed completely after a series of fierce battles, with boulders rolling down and dust billowing into the sky.

The battle between Zhao Haoxuan, Zhao Shun, and Zhao Tian had to be moved out of the ruins. Sword energy crisscrossed and palm winds howled as they fought and retreated, moving towards the foot of the mountain.

Wang Xinyao, Yin Zhizi, and Yin Ping'an faced off against the Red-Robed Saint, Yin Yingzi, and Yin Ling'er.

The battle was extremely fierce.

Wang Xinyao wielded her phoenix sword with dazzling skill, the sword light weaving a dense, impenetrable net. However, due to the effects of the elixir, Yin Yingzi's strength had returned to its peak, and her attacks were ruthless and cunning.

Due to the continuous collapse of boulders from the mountain, their battlefield was forced to move to a flat area on the coast of the South China Sea.

Seeing the red-robed saint's figure flicker, bypassing the battle like a ghost, and rushing straight towards Zhao Guoan who was struggling to move.

Wang Xinyao's phoenix eyes flashed with murderous intent as she shouted, "Don't even think about harming my father!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already darted to Zhao Guoan like a startled swan, firmly protecting him behind her.

At the same time, she quickly stuffed a pill the size of a longan, emitting a refreshing medicinal fragrance, into Zhao Guoan's hand: "Father, quickly swallow this pill!"

Without hesitation, Zhao Guoan tilted her head back and swallowed the pill. A warm current instantly rose from her dantian, slightly relieving the stagnation in her meridians.

Just then, two muffled thuds and exclamations came from not far away.

"Pfft—!" To protect Xiao Bao, Yin Zhizi took a solid blow from Yin Yingzi's palm, spitting out blood as she flew backward.

"Mother!" Yin Ping'an was about to help when Yin Ling'er's fierce palm strike was already at his chest.

He had no choice but to take the hit, and with another muffled thud, he staggered backward.

"Shadow, this is what happens when you betray me!" Yin Ling'er cried out in a frenzy, her voice sharp and shrill, as she prepared to attack again.

"Peace, be careful!"

Yin Zhizi mustered her strength, struggled to her feet, and disregarded her own injuries. She lunged forward again, taking the fatal blow from Yin Ling'er that followed for Yin Ping'an.

"Pfft!" Another mouthful of blood spurted out, Yin Zhizi's face turned deathly pale, and her breath quickly weakened.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yin Ling'er saw the red-robed holy son approaching Zhao Guo'an. A red light flashed in her eyes, and she immediately abandoned the seriously injured Yin Zhizi and Yin Ping'an.

Together with Yin Yingzi, they surrounded Wang Xinyao and Zhao Guoan again.

“Wang Xinyao,” the red-robed saint casually dusted off the dust on his sleeves, his tone playful, like a cat playing with a mouse.

“Look around you. Yin Zhizi and Yin Pingan are both seriously injured and dying, and Xiao Xizi can hardly save himself.”

"You're all alone, how can you withstand the combined might of the three of us? Why not obediently submit to this Holy Son and become my woman? Perhaps, if this Holy Son is in a good mood, I might spare Zhao Guo's life."

Wang Xinyao stood with her sword in hand, the sea breeze ruffling her hair and clothes, her spine still straight.

A cold smile curved her lips, her phoenix eyes filled with disdain and contempt: "You? You think you can make me submit? You're delusional!"

Having said that, she said no more, and her spiritual power surged forth without reservation, the phoenix sword in her hand emitting a clear and melodious ringing sound.

The sword shone brightly, actively facing the red-robed saint, Yin Yingzi, and the others!

Sword light and palm shadows intertwined to form a web of death, the surging energy sending sand and stones flying everywhere.

Wang Xinyao moved nimbly and her swordsmanship was exquisite. With the fluttering of her phoenix sword, she fought the three men to a standstill for a time.

However, even the strongest fists cannot fight against four hands, let alone the combined attack of three top experts.

Despite her exceptional strength, she began to feel the strain under the relentless attacks of Yin Yingzi and the treacherous attacks of the Red-Robed Saint and Yin Ling'er, finding herself in a precarious situation with more defense than offense.

On the other side, Xiao Xizi finally exhausted himself. Under Zhao Yucheng's relentless attacks, he was struck in the chest again, sent flying backward, and crashed heavily to the ground.

He struggled a few times, but could no longer get up, and blood kept gushing from his mouth.

Zhao Yucheng didn't even glance at Xiao Xizi who had fallen to the ground. His gaze was fixed on Zhao Guoan, who was about to touch the helicopter, and a cruel and gleeful smile appeared on his face.

"Brother, run! Why aren't you running anymore?" His voice was hoarse, filled with endless hatred and madness.

"Don't blame me! It's all because of you! It's all because of you! That's why Ling'er can't see me! Only when you die, disappear completely, will there be a place for me in her heart! You must die!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yucheng's aura surged to its peak, all the spiritual power in his body frantically gathered in his right palm, and a chilling black light emanated from his palm, carrying an aura of destruction, as he slammed it down on Zhao Guoan!

This palm strike was as fast as lightning, ruthless and vicious, and was determined to kill with one blow!

Zhao Guoan felt the terrifying, overwhelming force behind him, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped him.

He paused, stopped walking, and instead slowly closed his eyes, a bittersweet expression of relief appearing on his lips.

Perhaps this is his destiny; only if he dies can Xuan'er, Xin Yao, and the others have a glimmer of hope.

However, the expected excruciating pain of bodily disintegration did not come.

A slender yet resolute figure lunged forward from the side at superhuman speed, unhesitatingly using her supple back to shield Zhao Guoan from the deadly palm strike!

"puff--!"

A dull thud of palm force striking flesh rang out, accompanied by the faint sound of bones cracking.

Zhao Guoan suddenly opened her eyes, and what came into view was Yin Ling'er's face, which was as pale as snow, yet carried a strange, relieved smile.

Bright red blood was constantly oozing from the corner of her mouth, staining the front of her clothes.

"Your Majesty..." she uttered weakly, each word seemingly requiring all her strength.

Those eyes, once alluring and captivating, once brimming with ambition and calculation, were now as clear as a mountain stream, carrying deep regret and a hint of humble pleading: "I...I'm sorry...Please...forgive me..."

"Ling'er...!" Zhao Guoan trembled violently and subconsciously reached out to support her limp body.

Seeing this woman, whom he both loved and hated to the core, and with whom he had been entangled for his entire life, now protecting him in such a tragic way, he felt a mix of emotions.

In the end, it all turned into a sense of bewilderment and pain.

Zhao Yucheng froze completely. He remained in the palm-out gesture, his pupils contracted sharply, and the crazy smile on his face froze.

It turned into utter astonishment and disbelief, as if they were witnessing the most absurd sight in the world.

"Ling...Ling'er...why?!" His voice trembled uncontrollably, filled with despair and collapse.

He felt his world completely collapse under that palm strike, defeated so ridiculously, so utterly!

"Ling'er—!" Yin Yingzi screamed in the distance, trying to rush over, but was held back by Yin Zhizi and Yin Ping'an, whose injuries had eased slightly after taking the pill and whose cultivation had even made a slight breakthrough.

After swallowing the healing pill given to him by Wang Xinyao, Xiao Xizi sprang up from the ground and took a palm strike from the red-robed saint who was trying to take advantage of the chaos to attack Zhao Guoan.

"Damn it! You were just seriously injured and on the verge of death a moment ago, how could you have..." Yin Yingzi was both shocked and furious.

She sensed the change in Yin Zhizi and the other person's aura and felt an ominous premonition. Her attacks became even more ferocious, and she joined forces with the red-robed saint to launch an even more intense attack on the three of them.

Yin Ling'er lay in Zhao Guo'an's arms, her breath growing weaker and weaker, her eyes beginning to glaze over.

With her last ounce of strength, she said haltingly, "Your Majesty...you...you finally...will call me...Ling'er..."

I... am so tired of living... it hurts so much...

Mei'er... Li'er... He... they must have been in so much pain back then...

Those twenty years in the palace... were actually... very happy...

"It's just... I can't... stay with you anymore... Please forgive me... I... I'm going to... go and apologize to Li'er..."

At this moment, Zhao Guoan's eyes were slightly red, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

He didn't know whether he should forgive his former lover, who had such a vicious heart, or continue to hate her.

Ling'er was once very kind and never mistreated her servants.

If she weren't Yin Yingzi and the former prime minister's daughter, perhaps she wouldn't have ended up like this.

Fate is truly unpredictable; there's nothing we can do about it!

Finally, he let out a long sigh.

"No—! I won't allow you to die!" Zhao Yucheng roared like a wounded beast, his eyes bloodshot and almost dripping with blood.

"You are mine! You can only be mine! Zhao Guoan! It's all your fault! You deserve to die! Go to hell!"

Insane jealousy and the fear of loss completely consumed his reason.

He suddenly drew his sword from his waist, a flash of cold light, the tip of the sword carrying hysterical hatred, and thrust it straight at Zhao Guoan's face!