Qian Renxue stopped below the steps of the Bedchamber.
The six wings behind her were soaked with rain, but their holy golden light still shone bright. Her crown prince's cloak had been torn in the fighting, its hem trailing through the mud. The rain had blurred the last traces of Xue Qinghe.
"Move."
"You've said that a lot tonight." Bai Jin raised a hand and gestured. "It hasn't worked very well."
Qian Renxue looked past him.
Tang San, Yang Wudi, and Dugu Bo were still drawing the poison from Xue Ye. Ning Fengzhi stood at the foot of the bed, his Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda working without pause. Xue Beng and Xue Xing stood on the other side of the hall Gate, while Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword was already pointed their way.
She Long and Ci Xue were gravely wounded.
The Seven Kill Sword had pinned the Imperial Guards on the palace road.
The plan she had spent twenty years preparing had reached its end in half an hour.
"I haven't lost yet."
Her Seventh Soul Ring lit up again, and her Six-Winged Angel True Body rose through the curtain of rain. Golden light evaporated the rain, sending white mist billowing across dozens of meters. The Angel Holy Sword took shape inch by inch in her hand.
Bai Jin stood still.
"You have forty percent of your Soul Power left," he said. "The third primary feather on your left wing is damaged, and Tang San just struck your mind. If we really fight, I can carry you back to the Worship Hall before you touch those doors."
"Then try."
Qian Renxue charged with her sword.
This time, there was no feint in her attack. She poured the full power of her Angel True Body into the blade. Golden