315: resistance

Resistance. A beam of Sword light erupted from the direction of Nevernight City; it was at this very moment.

Nie Mingjue's body felt a resonance. The pain was unbearable, and he was actually jolted awake by it.

"Grandpa..."

"Grandpa!"

"Grandpa Emperor!"

Nie Mingjue turned his head back and gazed into the distance toward Nevernight City. His eyes suddenly grew moist; he naturally understood what this Sword strike represented.

When A Zheng saw Nie Mingjue suddenly wake up, his heart trembled, and he felt a sudden sense of unease.

Perhaps it was that Sword strike just now that had awakened Nie Mingjue.

This was the resonance between the Nie family Bloodline, and A Zheng had no way to stop it.

"Young Master, we must go quickly; we cannot stay here any longer." A Zheng's face was grim as he grabbed Nie Mingjue tightly, fearing that he might do something foolish.

"No, I won't go. I must go back; I must go save Grandpa Emperor!" Nie Mingjue had lost his reason. His face was grim, and a cold glint erupted in his eyes.

If he just abandoned Grandpa Emperor here like this, Nie Mingjue simply could not do it.

After all, that was Nie Mingjue's grandfather, and his only living relative!

"Young Master, do you still wish for me to knock you unconscious and carry you away directly?" A Zheng's face was grim, and a cold glint erupted in his eyes.

In fact, A Zheng had already made up his mind; even if he died here, he would get Nie Mingjue out of Nevernight City.

The current Nevernight City was about to be captured by the Rebel Soldiers.

If they didn't leave now, there would be no way to escape, and Nie Mingjue would be stuck here forever, unable to get out.

"So what do you think?" A Zheng turned his head back and looked at Nie Mingjue. "Will you obediently follow me and leave, or will you be knocked unconscious and taken away by force?"

Hearing this, Nie Mingjue fell silent, feeling even more helpless.

If Nie Mingjue's strength were formidable, he would not have taken A Zheng into account at all. He would have long since broken free and charged straight to Nevernight City to fight the rebels alongside his grandfather.

However, Nie Mingjue did not possess such strength; he had no way to break free from A Zheng's grasp.

Thus, Nie Mingjue was plunged into a helpless predicament.

"Where can we go by following you?" Nie Mingjue turned back and looked at A Zheng. "The world is vast, but is there any place left for us? Are you overthinking things?"

"As long as we are not dead, the Rebel Soldiers will not let us go. They will definitely send people to hunt us down!"

"If that time comes, we will have no way to escape!"

Nie Mingjue had already foreseen his future path, and he certainly did not wish for his path to become what it was now.

But as things stood, Nie Mingjue was even more helpless. The path currently laid out before him simply held no way to survive.

"Those are matters for the future. What I intend to do is to preserve your life right now. After I die, you can choose how you want to live; that will no longer be my mission." A cold glint erupted in A Zheng's eyes.

It was at this very moment that a buzzing sound suddenly echoed in the air.

A Zheng's reaction was swift. He drew his Longyuan Sword, leaped into the air, swept over Nie Mingjue's head, and finally landed in front of him.

"Young Master, watch out! It's an ambush!" A Zheng brandished his Longyuan Sword.

Clang, clang, clang. With a series of crisp sounds.

The Longyuan Sword traced a streak of light through the air, ultimately and precisely hacking the Arrows shooting through the air down to the ground.

Boom! Another loud noise rang out. The Sword light flashed, hacking down more Arrows once again.

A Zheng held the Longyuan Sword and stepped forward, using his own body to shield Nie Mingjue.

"What?" Nie Mingjue was slightly stunned; he hadn't even reacted yet.

After a long while, Nie Mingjue turned back and looked at the Arrows deeply embedded in the ground around them. A cold glint erupted in his eyes.

The Arrows glinted with a cold light, causing one to inevitably gasp in cold air.

"Young Master, go quickly!" A Zheng brandished the Sword in his hand, a cold glint erupting in his eyes.

Nie Mingjue clenched his fists tightly. He was extremely unwilling, yet he had no other choice.

Just now, if it hadn't been for A Zheng, Nie Mingjue would have already died here. Relying on his own strength, there was simply no way he could have dodged these Arrows.

"Leave?" Nie Mingjue sneered, standing frozen in place, a cold glint erupting in his eyes. "Where can I even go?"

Nie Mingjue smiled eerily as he casually drew the Sword from behind his back.

It was at this moment that Nie Mingjue prepared himself for death. He did not want to live in ignominy. As a member of the Nie family, even if he were to die, he would die in battle, not a pathetic death.

"Kill the Rebel Soldiers! These traitors must all die!" Nie Mingjue bellowed, a cold glint erupting in his eyes.

After hearing these words, A Zheng felt even more helpless. He had originally not wanted Nie Mingjue to join the battle, but Nie Mingjue had already stepped forward with his Sword. If anything were to happen to Nie Mingjue, how could he face the Emperor?

A Zheng dared not delay; if he wanted to save Nie Mingjue, he had to deal with these people as quickly as possible.

"Come on, kill all these Rebel Soldiers!" A Zheng roared. His movements were swift; with just a leap into the air, he covered ten paces in a single step.

At this very moment, the Rebel Soldiers had already charged from the city gate, heading straight for A Zheng and Nie Mingjue.

These Rebel Soldiers held gleaming Long Sabers and were ready to strike. Now, Nie Mingjue and A Zheng would be plunged into a difficult predicament.

"Kill! Protect the Young Master!" A Zheng shouted angrily, brandishing his Longyuan Sword.

Pfft! A Zheng flicked his wrist, changing the direction of the Longyuan Sword, and fiercely hacked a Rebel Soldier down to the ground.

The Rebel Soldiers all looked fierce and malicious as they brandished their Swords and charged straight at Nie Mingjue.

These Rebel Soldiers had a simple goal: Nie Mingjue! As long as they killed Nie Mingjue, everything would be over.

"Whoever kills the Young Master of the Nie family will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!"

"Whoever can take his head will be promoted three ranks."

Someone shouted this, and it was this roar that made the Rebel Soldiers even more ferocious. They brandished their Swords and rushed straight toward Nie Mingjue.

These Rebel Soldiers even bypassed A Zheng and rushed straight for Nie Mingjue. Their target was Nie Mingjue; once he was killed, everything could end.

"Kill!" At the palace gate, the sounds of battle were deafening.

The Rebel leader Gao Zhan curled his lips, watching this scene quietly.

After a long while, Gao Zhan's gaze sharpened, and he finally stared at A Zheng, who was not far away.

"Come here." Gao Zhan's face was grim, and a cold glint erupted in his eyes.

"Yes, Leader." The Rebel Soldier immediately stepped forward, a cold glint erupting in his eyes.

These Rebel Soldiers were quite respectful toward Gao Zhan, all wearing serious expressions.

Gao Zhan was an Advanced leader of the Rebel Soldiers, and these soldiers dared not be negligent. If they angered Gao Zhan, they would naturally not have a good time.

"Who is that person?" Gao Zhan extended his hand and pointed into the distance at A Zheng.

The Rebel Soldier narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction Gao Zhan was pointing. After a long while, he still couldn't see who Gao Zhan was pointing at.

"Leader, who are you pointing at?" After a long while, the Rebel Soldier still couldn't see and asked cautiously.

"Useless!" Gao Zhan shouted, fiercely whipping his horsewhip at the soldier.

Crack. With a crisp sound, the soldier let out a muffled groan and dared not speak out of turn again.

"I am asking you, who is that person guarding Nie Mingjue? Do you know or not? If you don't know, get lost and bring someone who does." Gao Zhan sat on his horse, holding his head high, a cold glint erupted in his eyes.

Gao Zhan's gaze sharpened as he stared intently at A Zheng. It was at this moment that Gao Zhan, with a grim face, felt that A Zheng was quite interesting. To be precise, the Longyuan Sword in that person's hand was quite good.

Gao Zhan had roamed the Jianghu in his early years, and he had some understanding of this Longyuan Sword. However, such a Jianghu Sword had been sealed twenty years ago, so why did it appear here?

"Leader, please calm your anger! Leader, please calm your anger!" The Rebel Soldier looked very nervous, gasping in cold air as he tried to calm himself down.

Immediately, the Rebel Soldier raised his head again and looked in the direction where A Zheng was. In just that instant.

A Zheng brandished the Longyuan Sword in his hand. Relying on this Longyuan Sword, he once again severed the heads of quite a few Rebel Soldiers.

Only when enough Rebel Soldiers died could A Zheng ensure Nie Mingjue's safety. Of course, under A Zheng's offensive, Nie Mingjue was able to successfully kill Rebel Soldiers; Sword strike after Sword strike hacked these Rebel Soldiers down to the ground.

"I know, Leader! That person seems to be one of the Dragon Guards, his name is A Zheng!" The Rebel Soldier narrowed his eyes and looked from afar, finally seeing that person's face.

The Rebel Soldier was not entirely sure, but now, facing the leader, he did not dare to say too much, yet he wanted to report this matter. If the leader were to fly into a rage, this Rebel Soldier would be in serious trouble.

"A Zheng?" Gao Zhan curled his lips, revealing a sneer. Now, Gao Zhan was even more curious; he smiled slightly, and a cold glint erupted in his eyes.

After a long while, Gao Zhan, with a grim face, watched his brothers falling one after another, a cold glint erupting in his eyes.

A Zheng's actions had stirred up the anger in Gao Zhan's heart. He stood there with a grim face, clenching his fists tightly.

After a moment, a cold glint erupted in Gao Zhan's eyes. He stared at A Zheng and said quietly, "Bring me my Long Spear."

"Yes, Leader." The Rebel Soldier looked very respectful. Upon hearing this, the Rebel Soldier dared not delay; he immediately turned around and rushed toward the weapon carriage.

Gao Zhan's weapon was still in the carriage. As a Martial Artist, he valued this weapon, his Long Spear, more than his own life.

"Leader, this is your spear!" The Rebel Soldier dared not delay; in the blink of an eye, he had brought the Long Spear forward and handed it to Gao Zhan.