336: Stop bleeding

As Nie Mingjue witnessed this scene, he was completely stunned.

Nan Qingyue lay in a pool of blood; from a distance, it seemed as if she had already stopped breathing.

Seeing this, Nie Mingjue took a deep breath, using this method to force himself to stay calm.

However, Nie Mingjue couldn't calm down at all!

"Nan Qingyue! Qingyue! Wake up, wake up!" Nie Mingjue shouted, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Nan Qingyue.

Nie Mingjue reached out and shook Nan Qingyue's body vigorously, trying to wake her up this way.

However, Nan Qingyue showed no reaction whatsoever. There was only one possibility: Nan Qingyue was dead.

"Qingyue! Don't scare me. If you die, how will I explain it when Young Master Li asks!" Nie Mingjue panicked instantly, his pupils shrinking violently.

And it was at this moment.

Unwilling to give up, Prefect Li stepped forward and kicked Nie Mingjue hard.

Nie Mingjue was overcome with grief and didn't react at all.

Thump.

Following a dull thud,

Nie Mingjue was sent flying by Prefect Li's kick, tumbling through the air before slamming heavily onto the ground.

"Get the hell away from me! Stop being an eyesore!" Prefect Li's face was grim, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Prefect Li had intended to have Nan Qingyue, but he hadn't expected this little lady to actually seek her own death.

Nan Qingyue used this method to ensure Prefect Li could never have her.

Thinking of this, the fury in Prefect Li's heart was instantly ignited; he had never felt such a loss of face.

"Little lady, you'd rather die than give yourself to me? Fine, by doing this, you've truly enraged me. Just watch, I'll kill this brat first, and then I'll finish off the person in that carriage!" Prefect Li's face was dark as he wore a hideous expression.

Then, Prefect Li turned around, a cold light bursting from his bright eyes as he stared fixedly at Nie Mingjue.

Nie Mingjue was no longer afraid of anything. Nan Qingyue had died for Young Master Li, and now, he had to protect Young Master Li. He could never let Young Master Li fall into the hands of this bastard.

"Vengeance! Kill!" Nie Mingjue roared, brandishing his Sword and charging straight at Prefect Li.

It was at this moment.

Prefect Li's eyes lit up. He did not slack off but turned around, pointing his Sword at the approaching Nie Mingjue.

In the air, the Sword hummed, and a terrifying Sword light flashed out.

But seeing this, Nie Mingjue wasn't afraid at all and continued his charge toward Prefect Li.

"You fellow, you're really seeking death. You clearly didn't have to die, so why insist on coming over? Are you not afraid of death?" Prefect Li frowned, unable to understand.

Now that Nan Qingyue was dead and Prefect Li hadn't gotten her, the fury in his heart had been stoked.

Under these circumstances, Prefect Li's face darkened, he took a sharp breath, and a cold light burst from his eyes.

Logically, Nie Mingjue should have fled this place as quickly as possible, so why did he turn back to fight for his life?

Was this fellow Nie Mingjue truly unafraid of death? Did he want to use his own life to seek revenge?

"Naive, simply too naive. Do you really think you can kill me?" Prefect Li sneered, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

In truth, Prefect Li didn't take Nie Mingjue seriously at all. After all, he was just a minor Fifth Rank Cultivator.

If Prefect Li wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as crushing an ant!

At this moment, Prefect Li turned back, holding his Sword and pointing it at Nie Mingjue, ready to strike.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" Nie Mingjue shouted like a madman, his eyes bloodshot. His current appearance was truly frightening.

However, facing this situation, Nie Mingjue didn't retreat a single step. Instead, he charged at Prefect Li, his speed increasing further and further.

Where Nie Mingjue stepped, cracks actually appeared in the ground. Seeing the ground crack piece by piece made one's heart tremble; it seemed there truly was no other way.

"Kill!" Nie Mingjue roared, holding his Sword and leaping into the air.

Thud.

It seemed the two Swords in the air were about to collide violently, but no crisp clashing sound was heard.

Instead, a Sword swept across Prefect Li's neck, and blood splattered into the air.

Finally, Prefect Li lay in a pool of blood. Perhaps even in death, he didn't know exactly how he had died.

Nie Mingjue knelt on one knee, his eyes hollow and vacant. It was even quite strange—what exactly had just happened?

"Get up, don't stay kneeling." Just then, a magnetic voice drifted over.

Nie Mingjue hurriedly raised his head and looked toward the source of the voice. Just now, he had felt the voice sounded very familiar.

"Ah?" Nie Mingjue was dazed, his mind in a trance.

Then, Nie Mingjue looked up and saw Mu Changan.

At this moment, Mu Changan's white robes were surprisingly unstained by blood, though his Sword was currently dripping with it.

Mu Changan had killed many Mulan Manor disciples, and he carried a heavy scent of blood.

"Senior! You've finally come!" Nie Mingjue felt as if he had seen a savior, his eyes moistening.

If only Mu Changan had arrived a bit earlier, Nan Qingyue wouldn't have died.

Nie Mingjue let out a long sigh, filled with regret but helpless to change anything.

"Get up," Mu Changan said coldly.

Earlier, when Prefect Li saw Nie Mingjue charging at him, his reaction had been swift. In an instant, he brandished his Sword, and the powerful Sword Qi he unleashed forced Nie Mingjue back.

Nie Mingjue only had a Fifth Rank cultivation and couldn't withstand a strike from a seventh-rank realm expert at all.

After being hit by that strike, Nie Mingjue was sent flying and ended up kneeling on one knee, unable to stand back up.

But just as Prefect Li was looking triumphant, a Sword appeared out of nowhere. This Sword was incredibly fast and filled with Evil Qi.

"Who!" Prefect Li turned around and looked into the distance, but the Sword was already at his throat.

Prefect Li didn't dodge; he simply didn't have time.

With a flick of his wrist, Mu Changan's Sword sliced directly across Prefect Li's neck. He killed Prefect Li without a word, not even offering a response, appearing very aloof.

"Prefect Li is dead?" Nie Mingjue turned back and glanced at Prefect Li lying in the pool of blood.

"Dead," Mu Changan said coldly, his face grim.

Prefect Li had been killed in a single strike, and Mu Changan didn't even blink.

Mu Changan wouldn't take such a minor character to heart.

"Senior, do you have any way to save Nan Qingyue!" Nie Mingjue looked at Nan Qingyue nearby, instantly panicking, his mind in a mess.

"She slit her own throat?" Mu Changan glanced over, his brow furrowing as he sighed inwardly that things looked bad.

After saying this, Mu Changan stepped forward and rushed toward Nan Qingyue, not daring to delay. If the Sword wound wasn't deep, maybe there was still time!

Mu Changan's face was grim, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

At that moment, Mu Changan leaned down and looked at Nan Qingyue.

The Sword cut was right on Nan Qingyue's neck, about an inch long. Fortunately, the depth of the wound was manageable.

Otherwise, Nan Qingyue would be dead for sure.

"This girl can still be saved! Perhaps we have a chance to save her!" Mu Changan's eyes lit up, a sharp light flashing within them.

"Really? Senior, you're not lying to me!" Nie Mingjue's eyes brightened, and he hurriedly turned around, overcome with excitement upon hearing this news.

Originally, Nie Mingjue had already accepted the outcome that Nan Qingyue was dead, and he was even thinking about how to explain it to Li Changfeng.

After all, it was because Nie Mingjue failed to protect her properly that Nan Qingyue lost her life!

All of this was Nie Mingjue's responsibility.

"Come here quickly and help me hold Nan Qingyue up!" Mu Changan said with a grim face; judging by his expression, he didn't seem to be joking.

Then Mu Changan turned back and called out as he spoke.

Hearing this, Nie Mingjue nodded vigorously and stepped forward, not daring to delay in the slightest.

After a long while,

A cold light flashed in Mu Changan's eyes as he stared intently at Nan Qingyue.

Currently, Nan Qingyue lay quietly on the spot, still having not woken up.

Seeing Nan Qingyue like this, Nie Mingjue was extremely anxious. If Nan Qingyue really was gone, it would be truly disastrous.

"Senior, what do you need me to do?" Nie Mingjue stepped forward and sat cross-legged beside Nan Qingyue.

At this time, Nie Mingjue turned his head, his bright eyes looking at Mu Changan.

Nie Mingjue was waiting for an answer, an answer that would satisfy him.

However, Nie Mingjue also had no confidence in his heart as to whether Nan Qingyue could actually be saved!

Nie Mingjue did not want Li Changfeng to wake up only to receive such bad news.

That his disciple was gone!

"Quickly prop Nan Qingyue up! Leave the rest to me; I will do my best." Mu Changan's face was grim, and he didn't look like he was joking.

Then, Mu Changan's face darkened, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

And it was at this moment.

Mu Changan raised his head and then slowly sat down opposite Nan Qingyue.

Because Nan Qingyue was being supported by Nie Mingjue, she didn't collapse to the ground. Now, her body had gone limp, and she no longer had any strength.

"Senior, what do I need to do next?" Nie Mingjue raised his head, looking at Mu Changan even more confused.

Nan Qingyue was being supported and hadn't fallen to the ground.

However, Nan Qingyue's body was gradually turning cold. If they delayed any longer, she might truly lose her life.