Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Xuan Yi was much more impatient than His Highness the Crown Prince. He coldly cursed, "I think it's you who are being arrogant! You think you're so noble and extraordinary, but I think you're just jealous of the Demon Clan and that's why you can't stand anything about them."

Although the Demon race has never had a good reputation, they don't like to provoke trouble or engage in fighting. Unfortunately, the Immortal race always thinks that the Demon race is threatening them, which is practically paranoia.

Xuanzhu completely enraged the immortals, who then became reckless, brandishing their swords and unleashing a barrage of beams of light towards the demons.

Xiu Chen, Bodhi, and Wang Yue joined forces to deal with Shen Zhaoshu.

Even so, he showed no surprise whatsoever. He was somewhat restrained in the fight, mainly because he was afraid of hurting his master, but he wasn't afraid of getting injured.

The demonic cultivators were truly powerful; even though the immortal race had a numerical advantage, they seemed to have the upper hand.

Even Ye Lai suffered minor injuries of varying degrees.

Immortal Venerable Xiu Chen and Immortal Venerable Bodhi were no fools. Seeing his actions, they were immediately enraged: "Aren't you going to use your full strength? Are you looking down on our immortal race?"

Ni Qing was puzzled. Wasn't it common knowledge that he looked down on the immortals?

Similarly, the immortals are inferior to the demons in every aspect, yet they still universally despise the demons.

The battlefield was filled with the glint of swords and the clash of blades. Black and white-clad figures fell one after another into pools of blood, and dust swirled, obscuring the sky. Limbs and severed bodies lay scattered everywhere, and even the air reeked of a nauseating stench.

The sky was dark and oppressive, with crows cawing noisily and circling tirelessly, their green eyes fixed on the corpses scattered on the ground, their mouths watering.

The immortal's white robes were stained with mottled blood, and his expression was ashen and powerless. The demons were too strong, even stronger than they had imagined.

A murderous aura permeated the air, and everyone's expression was one of resignation to death.

Ni Qing thought of what Ye Lai had said: the longer the time dragged on, the less good it would be for Shen Zhaoshu.

"Wang Yue, what are you hesitating for!" Xiu Chen shouted sternly. Even if the two of them were no match for Shen Zhaoshu, Ni Qing was also just one step away from the Tribulation Transcending stage. There was no reason for three people to fight one and still drag it out for so long.

Ni Qing glanced at him slowly and deliberately without saying a word, her cool and delicate face seemingly troubled.

Shen Zhaoshu's subordinates were extremely powerful and ruthless. Before long, the ground was filled with the groans of the severely injured Immortal Clan disciples. They looked disheveled and were no longer as glamorous as before.

Ye Lai gritted her teeth and defended herself, but her eyes kept glancing at Shen Zhaoshu, who was locked in a passionate encounter. If only she could hold on a little longer…

The next second, the demonic cultivator's spell attack came again, and the two sides fought a protracted battle, so their attack power was much weaker than at the beginning.

She was completely powerless, and her spell incantations were stumbling and broken, but she was still no match for the opponent's sword, which was filled with murderous intent and stabbed her decisively.

Ye Lai's pupils contracted, and before she could dodge, the neighing of a horse suddenly came from behind the demonic cultivator.

Their cries were loud and clear, echoing through the sky. They were clad in armor, spirited, and their silver helmets reflected a chilling light. The cavalrymen were also dressed in armor, imposing and majestic, carrying lances and bows.

They descended like divine warriors, their aura overwhelming and majestic, like saviors descending upon the immortals.

The crowd was so dense that no one could see the end of it. Xiu Chen and Bodhi Immortal Venerable immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense nerves instantly relaxed.

The demons were surrounded from both sides and found themselves in a passive situation.

Shen Zhaoshu stared blankly at the well-rested army, revealing no obvious emotion.

Ni Qing knew inwardly that something was wrong; the person who had been shaking the door was coming.

Ye Lai finally caught her breath. She looked at Shen Zhaoshu with confidence, her smile radiant despite her disheveled appearance: "Shen Zhaoshu, you didn't expect this, did you! If you had stayed in the Immortal Clan, would there have been so many problems?"

Five thousand soldiers, armed with bows and arrows, mercilessly drew their bows and shot. Although the demonic cultivators could use magic to block a few dozen arrows, they were too busy to defend themselves when the rain of arrows came.

The arrows pierced the chests of the demonic cultivators.

Soon, they aimed their bows and arrows at Shen Zhaoshu, who was in mid-air.

Bodhi smiled broadly: "Well? Shen Zhaoshu, aren't you going to surrender yet?"

"A dog relying on its master's power." The Demon Prince retorted sarcastically.

Arrows rained down like black dots, but Shen Zhaoshu raised his eyes, his palm gathering black magic as he calmly parried them.

If it were just arrows, that would be one thing. Xiu Chen and Bodhi exchanged a glance and attacked with all their might.

Shen Zhaoshu was showing signs of being outmatched. Countless arrows rained down on him, leaving him with numerous cuts and scratches, though they were not very noticeable under his black robes.

Xuanzhu and Xuanyi immediately came to their aid.

Ye Lai couldn't agree to that, so she snatched an arrow, drew her bow, and shot the arrow at Xuan Yi.

So Ni Qing watched helplessly as it flew towards Shen Zhaoshu.

Sister, if you can't aim accurately, don't shoot! Why try to misdirect your aim?!

Shen Zhaoshu did not notice the arrow; it was light and weak, as if it were about to be blown away by the resistance of the air.

Ni Qing's heart tightened, and she brandished her sword, feigning an attack. But the moment the seemingly weak arrow saw someone blocking its path, it seemed to be imbued with immense force.

Ni Qing: "..." What is this?

103: "The cannon fodder effect, dear."

Last time, the female supporting character at headquarters complained that the female lead was hit by a car while crossing the road and was thrown five or six meters away, only suffering a concussion and bleeding from her head.

She was hit on the head by a small electric scooter and fell to the ground, dying instantly. It's pitiful that she was forced to leave the small world before she could finish her mission.

The arrow was the same; it flew weakly towards the male protagonist, but came alive again when she blocked it. However, this could be considered a successful mission, as he was killed by the female protagonist.

The cold arrow pierced his heart from behind, and the bright red blood stained his pure white robes.

She endured the stinging pain, and casually mentioned to herself, "You said that the tasker reported it, right? Report it for me too."

103: "..."

Shen Zhaoshu, who had been indifferent, was suddenly stunned. He saw his white-robed master thrusting her sword at him, but her expression was calm and resolute, showing no sign of killing intent.

Until she saw the gleaming arrow pierce through her back.

The demon youth was momentarily stunned, letting the magical arrows hurtle towards him. Arrows pierced his abdomen and chest from all sides, but he seemed to feel nothing.

He moved swiftly and frantically toward the falling Immortal Venerable Wangyue, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.

Ni Qing's body, which was originally falling freely, was gently embraced.

Her clothes were stained red in a large area, and her face looked extremely pale.

For some reason, Shen Zhaoshu pressed his hand to his chest, where it seemed to spasm briefly. His breathing was rapid, yet he clenched his teeth tightly, his voice hoarse: "Ni Qing..."

He seemed to have taken root, kneeling on one knee with his master in his arms. Arrows continued to rain down, but Xuan Yi and the others blocked them all.

For a moment, his mind went blank. He kept pressing his chest, as if thinking that this would relieve the continuous pain.

The boy's clothes were stained with blood, his face was pale, and he looked like he was about to die. The Crown Prince, who had been so composed just moments before, was now in a terrible state, at a loss as to use magic to heal his fatal wound.

"Master, I'm a little scared—" he stammered. "You can't scare me like this. My heart hurts. What should I do?" His eyes were lifeless, and his voice revealed endless panic.

That's right! There's a symbiotic pill! He's not dead yet, which proves that Ni Qing isn't dead either.

Shen Zhaoshu almost regarded it as a lifeline.

The next second, the girl in his arms vanished like a mist of light. The boy realized his arms were empty, lowered his eyes, his eyes reddened, and he couldn't help but cough up blood.

His eyes stung, as if something had fallen from them, blurring his vision.

Before Xuanzhu could even look at him, she too disappeared on the battlefield.

The inner demon was born because of Ni Qing; with her death, the inner demon naturally dissipated.

That day, Shen Zhaoshu broke through the encirclement single-handedly, killing five thousand soldiers. The immortals were either killed or crippled, but he didn't care at all.

Dressed in blood-stained clothes, he walked stiffly and transformed into black mist, departing.

He lived day after day, losing track of time, and he couldn't understand why he wasn't dead yet.

I question myself repeatedly every day.

Why isn't he dead yet?! He's in so much pain every day.