The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

“Ugh…” Rong Sheng’s face conveyed a look of agony.

Chu Yifeng’s heart felt as if it had split open, and he started to lose his reason, “I’ll say it once more, let her go!”

If Wu Dao dared to kill Rong Sheng, he would ensure Wu Dao was ground to dust!

“East Pavilion Master, don’t rush. The strength in my grip won’t let Princess Rong Sheng die so quickly, but if you don’t listen to the Pavilion Master’s words…” A cold smile spilled from Hong Lian’s lips.

“Do you believe that if you touch her again, whatever happened to me will be returned to you tenfold, a hundredfold?” Chu Yifeng’s eyes were bloodshot, cold, and bloodthirsty.

He could be capriciously charming at times, but now he resembled a demon who had crawled out of hell, with a sinister, bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

“You have no right to negotiate terms with me. Kill these two people, or she will be the one to die,” Wu Dao said in an even tone, obviously not regarding Rong Sheng as his student, caring only for her utility.

His gaze fell upon Chu Yihan and Qin Muyan.

Chu Yifeng almost didn’t hesitate, drawing the knife from Ah Hong’s hand and striking at Qin Muyan.

“Boom—” The doors of the hall were split open, Chu Yifeng’s moves were fierce, each strike lethal.

Qin Muyan was forced to defend himself, looking towards Chu Yihan, “Chu Yihan! What will you decide?”

This man was Chu Yihan’s own brother; if not for their alliance, he wouldn’t have tolerated so many attacks.

Chu Yihan blocked Chu Yifeng’s blade with the Qingfeng Sword, stepping in front of Qin Muyan, “Chu Yifeng, calm down!”

“Enough talk! No one is allowed to hurt her, no one!”

Chu Yifeng yelled with all his might, his moves against Chu Yihan merciless, each slash aimed with lethal ferocity.

“Chu Yifeng… stop!” Rong Sheng struggled to speak.

She couldn’t bear to watch this man go mad for her.

Her death should not involve others!

And if anyone must die, it should be Wu Dao!

“He’s a madman; you won’t be able to wake him,” Wu Dao laughed darkly.

Rong Sheng suddenly saw a cunning glint in his eyes and couldn’t believe it, “You knew all along?”

Chu Yifeng was not a spirit from another world.

“He played his part very well,” said Wu Dao, with a hint of scorn in his eyes.

He did not know that Chu Yifeng had not died, that Rong Sheng had secretly saved him.

But that was not important.

The subsequent trials he put Chu Yifeng through were tortures and aggressive compulsion, as long as Chu Yifeng loved Rong Sheng to the point of madness. Whose soul he was didn’t matter at all, did it?

By capturing Rong Sheng, he could always seize Chu Yifeng’s lifeblood.

Just like Chu Yihan, he was born with an innate bloodthirst.

Wu Dao had forced him to manifest the symptoms in the past years; now, let the two brothers fight it out.

“Swish!” Chu Yifeng’s blade sliced open Chu Yihan’s back.

If not for Qin Muyan’s timely assistance, Chu Yihan would have been gravely wounded.

Qin Muyan pulled Chu Yihan back, warning in a cold voice, “If you give in any further, you’ll be a ghost under his blade!”

He could hardly imagine, that being his real brother, how could he deal such harsh blows to Chu Yihan!

“He’s the same as me,” Chu Yihan coughed up blood, the sight of Chu Yifeng’s blood-red eyes pulling at his heart with a wrenching pain.

All of this, because of Wu Dao!

He joined forces with Qin Muyan, and they subdued Chu Yifeng.

Chu Yihan pressed down hard on Chu Yifeng’s back, “Chu Yifeng, wake up!” “Let go of me!” Chu Yifeng, his eyes blood-red, looked up at Rong Sheng.

She was pale from the difficulty breathing, and her eyes closed painfully.