The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 844 - 667 Ying Zijin’s Strength, Engaging in Battle with Xie Nian [1 Update]_3

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Chapter 844: 667 Ying Zijin’s Strength, Engaging in Battle with Xie Nian [1 Update]_3

Ling Mianxi didn’t speak, firmly taking the attack from Xie Nian.

Their inner strength collided, causing the air to shift, and the sound of explosions could be heard in the air.

Xie Nian attacked wildly.

Finally, Ling Mianxi found an opening.

She raised her hand and hit Jiang Ran’s back with a palm, sending him directly across the river: "Jiang Ran, go!"

At the same time, she took a hard hit from Xie Nian, spitting out a mouthful of blood that fell drop by drop.

Jiang Ran’s expression changed drastically: "Sis!"

Ling Mianxi took a deep breath, her eyes sharp: "Jiang Ran, go! I’m telling you again, go! Do you want to die here too?"

"Have you forgotten what I told you? A man must seek revenge, even if it takes ten years. You still have to hold up the Ling Family!"

Jiang Ran gritted his teeth, a sob escaped from his throat, and he turned and ran. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

He used his fastest speed, running towards the Ling Family.

Jiang Ran held back his tears, his eyes red: "Sis, wait for me, hold on, I’m going to find help!"

The guard waiting nearby asked Xie Nian for instructions: "Miss, should we take care of him too?"

Xie Nian glanced indifferently at Jiang Ran running into the distance, not caring much.

She sneered contemptuously: "Let him run, let him get reinforcements. I want to see which reinforcement he brings dares to touch me."

Of course, with the Ling Family Ancestor’s two hundred years of cultivation, killing her would be easy.

But would the Ling Family Ancestor dare?

How could the Ling Family Ancestor ignore the lives of hundreds of Ling Family members and go against Xie Huanran for Ling Mianxi?

Even if she killed the direct descendants of the Lin Family and Yue Family today, the two families wouldn’t dare to make a sound.

In the Ancient Martial World, there were many ancient martial artists stronger than Xie Nian, but no one dared to kill her because no one could withstand Xie Huanran’s crazy revenge.

Even Cheng Yuan, at most, would only severely injure her.

If Cheng Yuan really killed her, no one in the Martial Arts Alliance would survive.

Xie Nian smirked, no longer hiding, and attacked even more fiercely.

Every move targeted Ling Mianxi’s vital points.

Jiang Ran didn’t dare to look back, he ran desperately, covering his mouth to keep himself from crying out.

He only hated himself for being too weak, lacking the strength to confront Xie Nian.

Ling Mianxi slowly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her back still straight: "Is that all you’ve got?"

Xie Nian’s eyes gradually darkened.

She was a Half-Step Ancient Martial Grandmaster, her current ancient martial cultivation already breaking the eighty-year threshold.

Ling Mianxi hadn’t even reached seventy years.

Yet she could still hold on this long.

Even though Xie Nian had a cat-and-mouse mentality, she didn’t have that much time to play.

She laughed coldly: "Ling Mianxi, this is the end for you. I’ll send you to the underworld."

Xie Nian gathered all her inner strength and attacked Ling Mianxi’s heart.

Ling Mianxi gritted her teeth, forcing all the blood back down.

She lifted her eyes slightly; Jiang Ran had already returned to the city.

Ling Mianxi breathed a sigh of relief, her tense body relaxed, followed by overwhelming fatigue.

At least her brother was safe.

She could rest assured.

At this moment, an angry shout sounded.

"Xie Nian!"

"Sis!"

Xie Nian glanced at the Ling Family elders and Ancestor hurriedly approaching from not far away, wiping Ling Mianxi’s blood from her face.

She licked her lips and giggled: "You’re lucky!"

Xie Nian clapped her hands, signaling the guards to casually throw the severely injured, nearly dead Ling Mianxi to the ground.

In front of all the Ling Family members, she arrogantly left in broad daylight.

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