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Chapter 440: Imperial Master, Please Save Her

At this time, Jiang Yimo, who was fighting fiercely with the man in black, did not notice the murderous intent in the eyes of the man in black.

The man in black robe also noticed this situation and decided to use this opportunity to attack Jiang Yimo from behind.

The man in black robe quickly gathered a powerful internal force, then raised his palm and struck Jiang Yimo's back hard.

Jiang Yimo had no time to react before she was hit on the back by the sudden attack.

Jiang Yimo felt a sharp pain in her back, which quickly spread to her whole body, as if all her internal organs were shattered by his palm.

A stream of blood gushed out of his throat instantly, and his body lost balance and fell forward.

Just then, a figure passed by her and hugged her tightly, preventing her from falling to the ground.

Jiang Yimo looked carefully and found that it was Feng Wuhen who was hugging her.

However, at this time, King Li and the men in black also stopped fighting.

"Feng, Feng Wuhen... I may not be able to do it."

Jiang Yimo struggled to squeeze out a few words, but then coughed up a mouthful of blood.

When Feng Wuhen heard this, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and his eyes emitted a deep light like a bloodthirsty leopard.

"Momo, hold on! I'm going to carry you to get help now."

When Feng Wuhen said this, his voice became hoarse and slightly choked.

When Prince Li saw the pale-faced Jiang Yimo in Feng Wuhen's arms, his heart ached, but he could not hold her tightly in his arms like Feng Wuhen did.

Jiang Yimo raised the corners of her mouth and forced a smile, feeling a warmth in her heart.

Afterwards, Feng Wuhen hurriedly picked her up and went downstairs.

The man in black robe saw his intention and immediately signaled to his subordinates. A group of men in black quickly surrounded Feng Wuhen, Li Wang and the others.

Seeing this, Feng Wuhen and Li Wang quickly turned around and looked at the man in black robe. Their faces were terribly gloomy and their eyes were flashing with murderous intent, as if they wanted to cut the other party into pieces.

"What do you want to do?" Feng Wuhen asked through gritted teeth, his voice as cold as ice.

The black-robed man raised his lips slightly, revealing a sly smile: "Haha, nothing, I just want to invite you two to go somewhere with us."

Feng Wuhen and Li Wang looked at each other, then both sneered.

"Sixth Uncle, don't think that I won't recognize you just because you changed into a new coat, put on a mask, and changed your voice." Feng Wuhen said sarcastically.

But to Feng Wuhen's surprise, the man in black robe was not surprised by this.

"So what?" The black-robed man sneered and stared at Feng Wuhen and Li Wang with a cold gaze.

"Feng Wuhen, no matter what you say today, I will never let you leave this place!"

His voice was cold and heartless, with a sense of absolute determination.

After hearing this, Feng Wuhen's eyes darkened and his face became extremely gloomy, as if water could drip out of it.

His eyes were like a sharp knife, coldly sweeping over the man in black robe.

"Are you sure you don't want us to leave?"

His voice was low and cold, with an authority that could not be ignored.

The black-robed man sneered, "Evil King, you have repeatedly ruined my good deeds. This time, I finally let you fall into my hands. How can I let you go so easily!"

Feng Wuhen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile: "Oh? Then I want to see how capable you are."

After saying that, he carefully handed Jiang Yimo in his arms to King Li and told him to stand in a safe corner.

He took a deep breath, and a hint of determination and firmness flashed in his eyes.

He wanted to end the fight quickly and take Jiang Yimo to see a doctor as soon as possible.

So, he turned around without hesitation, and rushed towards the man in black robe like lightning.

His movements were swift and decisive, and each move was filled with fierce murderous intent.

Feng Wuhen attacked without mercy. The wind from his palm whizzed past, carrying great force as he fiercely attacked the man in black robe.

His speed is extremely fast, dazzling and elusive.

After just two rounds, the man in black was knocked to the ground.

Feng Wuhen moved quickly and tore off the mask on the black-robed man's face.

The person who appeared before him was the King You whom they all knew!

He is a tall, handsome middle-aged man with a short, brush-like beard.

However, inconsistent with his appearance, his face was terribly gloomy and his eyes were full of malice and sinisterness.

The moment he saw his face, Feng Wuhen's anger was instantly ignited, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, as if he was going to kill the person in front of him with the sword in the next moment.

However, just as he was about to attack, an old voice suddenly came from behind him: "Stop, Old Seven!"

This voice made Feng Wuhen stop his movements. He turned around quickly and looked at the person who came with a sharp gaze.

The old emperor and the imperial teacher appeared behind him.

The old emperor looked solemn with a frown on his face, while the imperial teacher had a worried look on his face, as if he was concerned about Feng Wuhen's behavior.

The appearance of the two of them made the already tense atmosphere even more tense.

The air seemed to freeze, making people feel suffocated and depressed.

"Do you want me to let him live?" Feng Wuhen said coldly, his eyes revealing a hint of indifference and determination.

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing at the man on the ground.

"But he hurt Momo. Even if he is my uncle, I can't forgive him!"

Jiang Yinian's voice was full of anger and pain, and his body was shaking slightly, as if he was trying hard to control his emotions.

"I know you are very angry, but he is your uncle, and you killed him, Queen Mother..." The emperor tried to persuade Feng Wuhen to spare his life for the time being, but Feng Wuhen interrupted him.

"I don't care who he is. If anyone stops me from saving people today, I will kill him."

As Feng Wuhen said this, tears flashed in his eyes. He bit his lips, trying hard not to let the tears flow.

"He hurt the person dear to my heart, I can't just let him go!"

Feng Wuhen's tone was very decisive when he said this.

Seeing this, the handsome imperial teacher standing next to the old emperor spoke.

"Evil King, save her first, this little girl is dying."

After hearing what the national teacher said, Feng Wuhen quickly put away the sword in his hand and stood up.

This evil king, who had always been cold and arrogant, suddenly appeared in front of the cold, handsome and otherworldly national teacher and knelt down without hesitation.

"Master, please save her! As long as you can keep her alive, I can agree to any condition you ask."

There was a hint of urgency and pleading in Feng Wuhen's voice, and his eyes were full of worry and concern for Jiang Yimo.

The Imperial Master frowned slightly, and his expression became very complicated.