"Prince Fu!" The women in the room all cried out at once.
Qin Xia's face darkened as he looked at these women and shouted the line he had always wanted to try: "Yakamashi (Shut up)!"
Araki-sen appeared on Qin Xia's face at some point, and all the women were so scared that they cowered on the spot. They hadn't expected this to be Prince Fu's bedchamber.
Looking around, he had long heard of Prince Fu's great name. It was said that he was the dog emperor's most beloved child, but because he was not very intelligent and not the eldest son.
Therefore, he was not made the crown prince; instead, his fiefdom was established in this national granary.
But where was Prince Fu?
When he questioned these terrified women, many fainted upon hearing his voice. One bolder woman pointed to his feet.
Looking down, he saw a mixture of red and yellow spilling out from the edge. It was over; he seemed to have accidentally stepped on Prince Fu and killed him!
A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He had originally planned to capture the Sword Pavilion Master, but how had he accidentally stepped on and killed him?
Just then, his pursuers arrived behind him.
The guards responsible for protecting Prince Fu's safety never expected that someone could sneak into Prince Fu's palace right under their noses!
The Captain of the Guards, Weichi Pan Yue, was desperately running towards the Dragon Pavilion where Prince Fu resided. Earlier, a report from a subordinate said that a group of people had infiltrated the city and killed all the guards on the west side.
"How did they even do that?" He swallowed, thinking that the Sword Pavilion was clearly lit with torches at night, and no ladder could possibly go unnoticed, unless they brought troops over three mountains and climbed up from the west.
But that was also impossible! The terrain of Shu was steep, and who could bring a group of people to climb mountains and cross ridges to get onto the city walls, and then silently kill their way to Prince Fu?
When the Sword Pavilion designed that palace, special hidden designs were made. Could there be an inside mole in the city?
Moreover, it was said that another group of people was attacking a city six hundred miles away, clearly a meticulously planned decapitation strike.
He now believed more than ever that there was an informant inside the city, but for now, he still had to hurry to Prince Fu.
Turning a corner in the corridor, Weichi Pan Yue and his men saw a large figure stepping on the door panel of Prince Fu's room.
"One person?" He clutched his sword hilt in doubt. Fortunately, the person was still at the door, so Prince Fu should not have been harmed yet. Pan Yue let out a sigh of relief and asked, "You scoundrel, how dare you break in here alone? Quickly tell me where your accomplices are, and I might spare your life!"
"Accomplices?" Qin Xia looked back with a slight Confuse, as his movements underfoot caused more blood to squeeze out.
Pan Yue and the others also noticed the abnormality under Qin Xia's feet. Looking at the object covered by the door panel, an ominous feeling inexplicably arose in their hearts.
Some soldiers had already noticed a small corner of clothing peeking out from under the door panel. Although soaked in blood, the material was definitely not something an ordinary person could wear.
He swallowed, his eyes red, and roared at the person in front of him: "Where is Prince Fu?"
"Well~" Qin Xia scratched his head a little awkwardly, pouting and whispering, "Isn't he already in front of you?"
Upon hearing this, Pan Yue was so scared he could barely stand. Fortunately, soldiers behind him supported him, preventing him from falling.
Weichi Pan Yue was now like a kettle about to boil. Qin Xia looked him up and down and only felt embarrassed. His decapitation plan seemed to have gone awry. He originally wanted to take him hostage, but in the end, he actually decapitated him—no, he probably turned him into meat paste.
Pan Yue, with trembling hands, pointed at him and stammered, "You...how...how dare you!"
Faced with the reprimand, Qin Xia could only lower his head and explain with an embarrassed expression: "I just couldn't stop myself~"
This sentence completely enraged this group of guards. Although they didn't quite understand what nonsense this guy was saying, the only thing they could be sure of was that the person in front of them showed no shame at all; on the contrary, his words were full of playfulness.
Pan Yue instantly drew the long sword from his waist. His speed was so fast that Qin Xia couldn't help but observe it closely. In a breath, the sword tip was already at his throat.
"So fast." Qin Xia praised, clamping the blade between two fingers, "Indeed, it was correct for me to come alone. If my subordinates had also come up, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been enough for you to chop."
Why couldn't it pierce him?
Pan Yue found that no matter how much force he used, he couldn't make the sword tip move even a fraction of an inch closer. He was an old veteran of many battles. Pan Yue instantly let go and retreated, accompanied by a shout of "Charge!" All the soldiers instantly distanced themselves from Qin Xia and pulled out their powerful crossbows to shoot.
At this moment, crossbow bolts surrounded Qin Xia from all directions. The women in the room all screamed when they saw this scene.
"Yakamashi!" However, the person surrounded by the arrow rain was not flustered in the slightest. He still roared at the women, then unstrapped the two guanyu from his back and wielded one in each hand.
The arrows were directly scattered by the swirling vortex. This powerful storm even blew off roof tiles, and some soldiers could no longer stand steadily.
As the strong wind blew, Xiao Lie, six hundred miles away from the Sword Pavilion, immediately ordered his subordinates to release all the trebuchets. This wind was clearly Qin Shuai's doing!
When the city's defending soldiers found themselves suddenly enveloped by dark shadows, they all looked up at the sky in unison, as dozens of rocks hurled directly towards them.
Many people were crushed into meat paste without even having time to react. The bed crossbows were smashed one by one, the city wall began to shake repeatedly, and sand and stones flew everywhere. How many people did the enemy have to operate trebuchets of this scale?
The soldiers guarding the city wall noticed a strange wind appearing at Prince Fu's palace. These strange winds combined with the sky-high sand and dust, creating a moment of flying sand and rolling stones. How was this different from the divine powers described in storybooks?
And Weichi Pan Yue looked at Qin Xia with even more disbelief. All the crossbow bolts shot by his subordinates were swept up by these whirlwinds. The guanyu, which looked taller than him, was like an ordinary wooden stick in this person's hands.
Although he was very unwilling, he had to admit that the person in front of him was more than a hundred times stronger than himself.
Along with Prince Fu's death, at this moment, grief and jealousy completely filled his heart. With a single look, his subordinates understood what their commander wanted to do. They only waited for Qin Xia to stop, and the soldiers instantly scattered around him.
Seeing this, Qin Xia was about to strike at the closest person, but just as he thrust his guanyu, those soldiers instantly pulled out grappling hooks from their pockets and hooked his arm.
The barbs caught on Qin Xia's arm armor, and a dozen people pulled together, barely managing to stop Qin Xia's movement. Then, the soldiers below also threw grappling hooks, catching his other hand.
Dozens of people pulled together, directly restricting both of Qin Xia's hands. Then, Weichi Pan Yue picked up the long sword that had fallen to the ground with a sinister smile and slashed. The blade grazed Qin Xia's cheek, and Pan Yue's previously laughing smile slowly stiffened.
Looking at the blade in his hand, it already had a chip, but there wasn't even a scratch on this guy's face.
"Indestructible..." Recalling how he had picked up two guanyu and created a whirlwind, he stammered, "Flying sand and rolling stones..."
At this moment, there was no longer any grief or jealousy in his heart, only despair and madness. Now he knew who had attacked the west side of the city. No, such a guy was not a human at all, but a god!
Qin Xia gently exerted force, directly flipping all the soldiers who tried to restrain him with grappling hooks. Such small things actually wanted to trap him, and he also realized that the guy kneeling in front of him was the overall military commander of this Sword Pavilion!
He grabbed the opponent, and a few people who tried to stop him were directly slapped off the city wall.
The feeling of weightlessness was irrelevant to Weichi Pan Yue. He looked at Qin Xia with desperate eyes, only to hear this god ask, "What is your name?"
"Weichi Pan Yue." His voice was low and lifeless, but to Qin Xia, it didn't matter what this guy was like.
He picked up the door panel from the ground, grabbing Pan Yue with one hand and Prince Fu with the other, and leaped up.
The entire city wall trembled a few times because of his jump. Immediately, all the soldiers of the Sword Pavilion heard this man shout: "Weichi Pan Yue captured, Prince Fu dead, all of you disarm! Those who disarm will not be killed!"
Hearing Qin Xia's voice, Xiao Lie immediately drew his sword and roared, "Charge! Go through fire and water for Qin Shuai!"
"Go through fire and water for Qin Shuai!"
