When Yan Chunjun heard Yan Yi's plea for mercy, he was neither happy nor angry. He said indifferently,
"Oh? It's General Yan."
This was just what a high-ranking person usually said when he saw a low-ranking person.
Yan Yi knew Yan Chunjun's personality very well, which was why he was so afraid at the beginning. Not only was he not happy, but he lowered his head even more.
"I hope you can forgive me.”
"What crime do you want me to forgive you for?”Yan Chunjun's tone had a sense of comfort that made one feel extremely uncomfortable. He didn't wait for Yan Yi to answer, or rather, the latter couldn't answer either. He asked his subordinate," Left Guard, tell General Yan what crime he has committed.”
The swordsman who had spoken earlier said arrogantly to the crowd,""As a soldier, insulting a royal soldier is a capital crime.”
"Sir, please forgive me!" Yan Yi begged for mercy again. As long as he could live, he didn't even care about his dignity.
However, the Left Guard leaped behind him and placed his sword against his neck.
With this, the entire Fei Xue Pavilion became even quieter. After three seconds of silence, Yan Chunjun, who was sitting in the red tent, spoke again.
"The music and dance of the Zhao Country are unparalleled. The youth of the Yan Country is learning to walk in Handan. He has not mastered the essence and has become a joke of the seven countries..."
Drip drip drip…The sound of wine being poured suddenly rang out. It was mixed with Yan Chunjun's voice, one aged and one clear, so obvious. Yan Chunjun stopped, and everyone present looked in the direction of the voice in surprise.
An eight-year-old child with a silver ring with a gem on his forehead was standing in front of the fence, pouring wine into a glass. Probably because it was filled to the brim, he placed the jug on the fence, lifted the wine cup, and took a sip. Then, his pitch-black eyes turned downwards from eye level, piercing straight at the red tent, releasing a sharp light.
"Pretentious, you're really an eyesore!”
It was obvious who he was talking to. However, his childish voice carried a chill that sent chills down one's spine. As a result, after hearing it, there was no reaction for a long time.
"Humph!" Yan Chunjun was finally enraged.
Perhaps it was because of his pride, he did not give the order hysterically.
However, the sword-wielding guard standing on the left side of the palanquin had already lowered his center of gravity, wanting to jump behind the child on the second floor like the guard from before. He believed that this time, he would not just place the sword on the child's neck, but would directly behead him in public.
However, what was faster than him was a black sword that came at him with a whistling gale. He had just raised his Qi-Jin, and his body had just left the ground when he felt a chill that penetrated his chest. Immediately after, the powerful force made his body involuntarily crash backward.
With a loud crack, the black sword must have penetrated the bottom of the golden sedan behind him. The black sword did not stop there. Just how powerful was it? The guard felt that it was still extending into his chest until it reached the armguard before stopping. At this moment, the black sword had probably dug half a foot deep into the ground.
The child on the second floor laughed a few times and spoke again. Only then did the people recover from the unforeseen event.
Some people discovered that it was unknown whether that attack had shocked or frightened Yan Chunjun. In short, he was now lying on the left side of the palanquin…and was looking at the child upstairs with a terrified expression.
Standing behind Jing Yu, Qinger covered her mouth with an expression that looked like she wanted to cry.
"Young lord, this isn't Chu. You…how can you act so recklessly?”
Facing everyone's strange gazes, Jing Yu did not care at all. He picked up the wine jug again and poured wine into his own glass.
The Left Guard, who had been standing behind Yan Yi with his sword against his neck, seemed to think that this was an opportunity to take down Jing Yu…Indeed, his sword wasn't by Jing Yu's side, and Jing Yu was pouring wine with his mind focused on the wine cup. The Left Guard sheathed his sword and leaped up. He had already swung his sword as he was leaping toward Jing Yu.
However, he suddenly saw a big hand covering his face.
Before he could figure out where the big hand came from, it had already grabbed him. His body involuntarily followed his head forward, and he was ruthlessly stabbed into the floor of the second floor. With a loud bang, his head bounced back a little. Blood flowed out of his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. Before his consciousness completely dissipated, he could vaguely see the true appearance of the hand…It was clearly the child's hand.
Jing Yu looked at the wine glass that had fallen from the fence due to the vibration and shook his head regretfully. He threw away the jug of wine in his right hand and pressed his hand lightly on the fence. He had already arrived below and stood beside the black sword…He was really fast.
"Yan Chunjun, I have a deal to make with you.”Jing Yu said. His hand was already on the hilt of the black sword." I heard that you have a piece of black ore with a hint of red. You got it from Crown Prince Dan of Yan…I want that piece of ore. I'll exchange it with your head. How about it?"”
As soon as he said this, the people who were originally frightened by his thunderous methods all had strange expressions. They looked at each other and thought, This child is either stupid or crazy.”He could actually say such shameless words, and his voice was still extremely tender.
Yan Chunjun had already stood up with the help of a soldier. After hearing this, he was slightly stunned before he laughed loudly. He had already recovered from his shock. Jing Yu's methods were very powerful, and he admitted this…In the Yan Country, no one had ever treated him like this. That was why he was shocked earlier. However, the number one expert under him had yet to make a move, and that person had never disappointed him.
"Kill him!" After he laughed, he pointed at Jing Yu and said.
Standing at the end of the palanquin in the darkness was a tall man with long hair and black clothes. He was over 30 years old, had high cheekbones, and had a fierce and vicious expression. Hearing this order, a trace of bloodthirsty excitement flashed in his eyes. Two dagger-length blades suddenly appeared in his hands, and with a whoosh, he disappeared from where he stood.
At the same time, Jing Yu's arm muscles, back muscles, and leg muscles tensed up. The black sword stabbed into the ground was instantly pulled out by him, and he turned around and swung it behind him. There, a shadow that didn't even look like a physical body flickered and disappeared. Many people could see that a man who was much taller than him had appeared behind him.
"Be careful!"
It was actually two women who shouted this sentence. One was on the jade platform, and the other was in the private room on the second floor.
The woman in the box did not notice this at all. She only had an anxious expression on her face. Her hand was already on the hilt of the rapier at her waist, and she wished she could rush up to help.
The white-haired woman on the jade platform had originally stretched out her hand a little, but at this moment, she withdrew it in a daze. Her face was still as cold as ice. Perhaps, that warning was just an instinctive reaction…and that instinct was suppressed by herself.
At this moment, not many people realized this. Everyone was only nervously watching the battle not far away.
The assassin in black revealed a victorious expression. The child in front of him was the strongest person he had ever seen in his life, but the sword was swung down so heavily that it was extremely difficult to retract it. Perhaps, he could use the momentum of the sword to roll forward and dodge? The assassin had expected this and was prepared to deal with it.
However, the shadow that suddenly appeared above his head made his pupils shrink. He raised his head in extreme shock and saw that the sword that was about to descend was so fast that even he could not dodge in time. In his panic, he raised his two short swords to block it, and his body retreated at the same time…at least this way, he could reduce some of the force.
" Drink!!!"
As if he wanted to raise his aura, Jing Yu shouted loudly, causing the entire Fei Xue Pavilion to tremble. With a loud clang, his black sword collided with the assassin's two short swords and continued to slash down without any hindrance.
The assassin's short sword did not seem to be an ordinary item. It did not break because of this. However, his arms felt like they were fractured, and he had lost the strength to hold the short sword. Even though he had moved back, his body had just left his original position when the black sword came stabbing towards him once again…He had no way to dodge.
With a swoosh, the sword pierced through his heart and lifted him into the air. Probably because he was extremely unwilling? He actually didn't die so quickly. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and used his last bit of strength to ask,
"W-why…?"
Why is your sword so fast?
"That's because I've never used my full strength to swing my sword. Your strength may seem fierce to you, but to me, it's only 50%. I can retract my sword and change its trajectory at will.”
Jing Yu naturally couldn't tell this to the others who were equally confused. Moreover, to be able to do this, one needed another ability-to listen to the voice of all things. It was a high-level display of the dominance of sight and sound, so how could it not "hear" the voice of the human body? It was just that when Jing Yu was strong, he basically did not use it to "listen" to human voices. Now that his strength had weakened, he would naturally use it again.
He knew the enemy's movements like the back of his hand, and then he just attacked and waited for the enemy to crash into him. Therefore, his first strike looked powerful, but it was just a feint.
Qinger, who was on the second floor, heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the ground weakly. In that instant, she saw the abyss of despair…That feeling was really too uncomfortable.
"Young Master!"
She hugged her sword and prayed to become stronger so that she could protect him from harm.
Jing Yu drew his black sword and swung the blade as he looked at the stunned Yan Chunjun. The assassin's corpse fell to the ground, and the heavy sound brought him back to his senses. With a scream, he took a step back and tripped himself to the ground.
"Kill him, quickly kill him!" He was hysterical this time.
The soldiers in armor looked at each other with fear in their eyes. After following Yan Chunjun for a long time, he naturally knew how terrifying that male assassin was. Even he had been killed. Would there be any hope for them to attack together?
Just as they were hesitating, Jing Yu had already taken a step forward and arrived in front of Yan Chunjun. The black sword pressed against Yan Chunjun's neck, forcing him to kneel on the ground. This way, even with Jing Yu's current height, he could still speak from above.
"Do you agree to my conditions just now?”He asked with a cold smile.
Yan Chunjun was puzzled for a moment before she remembered what he had said." Promise, I promise. I'll give you whatever you want."”
"That's good."
The corner of Jing Yu's mouth suddenly curled up into an evil arc. With a swing of his black sword, he beheaded Yan Chunjun!
"I said, I will trade your head with yours. Now, I'll return the head to you."
So, what he said was to chop off the head and return it to the other party? Many people who thought of this and saw the round head rolling at his feet could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.
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