Chapter 846 Xiao Ji's Deadly Strike!

"Xiao Ji?"

Chu Feipeng clenched his fists, frowned, and looked up at the Marquis Xuanping standing high on his chariot.

Zhao Kingdom was merely a lower-ranking kingdom, unworthy of the attention of a higher-ranking kingdom, yet Chu Feipeng had heard of this name.

A man who made it onto the list of beauties of six kingdoms has even pushed the princess of their Liang Kingdom out of the top spot. He, a grown man, wouldn't normally care about such things, but since his sister is an imperial concubine, he gets to hear her nagging every time he enters the palace.

In addition, I heard that this person has a bad reputation. He is arrogant, domineering, and extremely shameless. People who have fought against him all have a lot of headaches about him.

Based on the information he had heard before, Chu Feipeng formed a preliminary impression of Marquis Xuanping in his mind: he was all show and no substance, and loved to play tricks.

The thought flashed through Chu Feipeng's mind, and he no longer felt much fear of the Marquis of Xuanping who was coming on a chariot.

It's just strange that since the Zhao army went to Chishui to attack the Yan navy, why did Marquis Xuanping come to Yanmen Pass?

Also, the chariot he's standing on looks kind of familiar.

Marquis Xuanping: Yes, it was stolen from the Liang Kingdom's camp in the valley!

Chu Feipeng temporarily set aside his doubts and looked calmly at Marquis Xuanping, saying, "It seems you know this general."

Chu Feipeng could speak the Zhao language.

Marquis Xuanping smiled and said, "If you're going to fight a war, you should first figure out which chicken you're going to kill and which dog you're going to slaughter."

Chu Feipeng's face darkened: "Marquis Xuanping, how dare you!"

He's just a marquis from a lower country, yet he dares to disregard him, the great general of a superior country!

Marquis Xuanping looked down at him, pointed his long sword, and said arrogantly, "Who do you think you are, to tell me whether I am presumptuous or not?"

Chu Feipeng's status as a superior nation was greatly challenged.

To be honest, the relationship between Liang and Zhao has not been too bad in recent years. The three great powers each have their own subordinate states that can pay tribute. For example, Zhao pays tribute to Liang, Zhao pays tribute to Yan, and Chen pays tribute to Jin.

Just last year, Prince Yu of Liang Kingdom made a trip to Zhao Kingdom, and the negotiations seemed to go quite well. After returning to the capital, Prince Yu spoke highly of Zhao Kingdom.

Thinking of this, Chu Feipeng temporarily suppressed the surging anger in his heart: "Lord Xuanping, are you mistaken? The target you want to attack is the Black Wind Cavalry of Great Yan, not the army of Liang."

Marquis Xuanping smiled and said, "I'm not mistaken, the person I'm going to beat is you, you bastard!"

"You!" Chu Feipeng's anger surged!

He was not an easily provoked person; on the contrary, he was very calm and composed. However, Marquis Xuanping had the ability to infuriate people to the point of being utterly enraged.

Just then, the black-clad youth carried the Black Wind Cavalry Commander aboard the chariot.

Suddenly, a sentence that Marquis Xuanping had just said flashed through Chu Feipeng's mind—his son.

Chu Feipeng said coldly, "Marquis Xuanping, take off his helmet and look carefully! He is the commander of the Great Yan Black Wind Cavalry, not your son!"

If the misunderstanding is caused by mistaken identity, there's no need to worry.

Marquis Xuanping adjusted Gu Jiao's helmet visor, tapping it repeatedly, causing Gu Jiao to roll her eyes at him.

"Awake?" he said with a smile.

Chang Jing had retrieved the amulet she had thrown away and put it back on her. The murderous aura within her gradually subsided, but her overexerted body was left extremely weak.

Marquis Xuanping teased her like a child, fiddling with her helmet visor. She remained silent, her face dark.

This is definitely not an interaction between strangers.

A sense of foreboding welled up in Chu Feipeng's heart: "Could it be that you—"

Marquis Xuanping withdrew his sly hand, looked at Chu Feipeng, pointed at Gu Jiao and asked, "What's his name?"

Chu Feipeng: "Xiao Liulang".

Marquis Xuanping's lips curled slightly: "And what should I be called?"

Xiao Ji!

Xiao Liulang, Xiao Ji!

Yes, I heard that this young commander comes from the Zhao Kingdom.

So, he and Marquis Xuanping are indeed father and son?!

"Hey! Haven't you been showing off up there enough? Can we stop pushing now? The chariot is heavy, you know!"

A strong male voice suddenly came from behind the chariot.

Chu Feipeng narrowed his eyes slightly; there were actually other people!

Gu Jiao turned her eyes and glanced at Marquis Xuanping sideways. So this is how you made your arrogant entrance?

Marquis Xuanping coughed lightly: "Alright, let's stop here."

Tang Yueshan shook the sweat from his forehead, used his lightness skill to leap up with the Tang family bow in his hand, and landed next to Marquis Xuanping.

He looked at Gu Jiao, who was being supported by Chang Jing: "Huh? She's badly injured."

Gu Jiao waved a finger to greet him.

Hello, little pony.

When Chu Feipeng saw the large bow in Tang Yueshan's hand, he realized that the arrow that had pierced his sleeve earlier was shot by this man.

What incredibly sharp archery skills!

The bow in his hand was a three-stone bow. Ordinary archers used one-stone bows, and only some exceptionally strong archers in the military camp would use two-stone bows.

So what kind of pervert is this man, that he can actually draw San Shi's bow?

Tang Yueshan didn't notice Chu Feipeng's gaze at him for the moment. He turned to look at the back of the chariot: "Hey, you surnamed Gu! Why aren't you getting on? How long are you going to hide behind the chariot? Or do you want to push the chariot by yourself?"

The old marquis glared coldly at Tang Yueshan before using his lightness skill to leap onto the chariot.

Gu Jiao's eyes widened instantly.

Her mask was down, revealing only her eyes, which had regained their composure.

She blinked, and with a sudden burst of strength, pulled a small notebook and a charcoal pencil from her armor. She wrote in a crooked hand, "Big brother, long time no see."

This action exhausted Gu Jiao's last bit of strength. After she finished writing, her head tilted to the side, her hands fell away, and she fainted.

The old marquis, with a lump in his throat, exclaimed, "...!!"

Tang Yueshan checked Gu Jiao's breathing; she was still breathing. He turned to Chu Feipeng and said, "This is the guy who hurt Xiao Ya... Liu Lang? You've got some skills, haven't you? Which of us will go for it?"

The old lord saw the fight from afar. This general of Liang was exceptionally skilled in martial arts, and they must not underestimate him.

"Let's go together!" the old marquis said solemnly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Song Kai arrived with a group of experts.

"Looks like we can't all go at once." Tang Yueshan stretched his neck and drew back his large bow. "Leave these men to me!"

He had the high ground, making him the perfect target for shooting down skilled opponents.

"Chang Jing." Marquis Xuanping winked at the young man in black.

Chang Jing walked up to the old Marquis and shoved the unconscious Gu Jiao into his hands.

The old marquis's body stiffened: "What are you doing!"

"I'm going to kill someone." Chang Jing said expressionlessly, drew his long sword from his back, and lunged at Chu Feipeng!

The old Marquis froze as he looked at Gu Jiao lying on his arms.

He stretched his arm out straight, as if he wanted to send the person far away.

"Marquis Xuanping!"

"what?"

Take this girl with you!

He doesn't care about that brat!

Instead of enjoying her life as a noble lady, she insisted on traveling all the way to the State of Yan and even tried to learn how to lead a military campaign. Now she's reaping the bitter fruits of her actions.

He considers the battlefield a wonderful place!

Blood flowed like rivers, corpses littered the fields, and one could lose their life at any moment!

With a loud bang, it turned out that Chu Feipeng and Chang Jing were fiercely fighting. The noise from their fight was so great that Chu Feipeng chopped a rock off the side with a single palm strike.

The stone came hurtling straight at Gu Jiao. The old marquis gritted his teeth, grabbed Gu Jiao with one arm and picked up the shield on the ground with the other to block the flying stone.

Meanwhile, Song Kai was not idle either. Seeing the experts dying one by one under Tang Yueshan's arrows, he also dispatched his own archers.

A hail of arrows rained down on them.

The old Marquis knelt on one knee, disgusted but forced to protect Gu Jiao in his arms with his shield.

The arrows struck the sturdy shield with a clang, thankfully it was a shield made of special materials from the Liang Kingdom, incredibly strong and durable; if it were a shield from the Zhao Kingdom, it would have been riddled with holes long ago.

Even so, it must have been incredibly difficult for him to block so many arrows all by himself, okay?

"Marquis Xuanping! You certainly do—"

Do something!

The old marquis had only spoken halfway when he suddenly realized something. He turned around and saw that the Marquis of Xuanping had somehow gotten behind him and was squatting on the ground, comfortably dodging arrows.

Old Marquis: Can't you have a shred of shame?!

After exchanging more than ten moves with Chang Jing, Chu Feipeng was unable to defeat the young Chang Jing.

Chu Feipeng drew his sword: "These days, there aren't many young men who can force me to draw my sword. Boy, you and that Xiao Liulang are both people who have impressed me. It's just a pity that you've both pledged your allegiance to the wrong person. With your abilities, if you were willing to submit to my command, I would definitely promise you a bright future!"

Chang Jing thought for a moment and said to Chu Feipeng, "Dream on!"

Chu Feipeng choked.

This is a bunch of nonsense that Xiao Jingkong learned from Xu Zhouzhou, and then Chang Jing picked it up.

Chu Feipeng said coldly, "Boy, it seems you're going to take the punishment instead of the due. Fine, I'll kill you first, then I'll go kill the rest of them! Now, I'm going to get serious, so you'd better watch out!"

Chu Feipeng's reputation was well-deserved. Back then, he was as famous as Gongsun Yu and Xuanyuan Sheng. He once challenged Xuanyuan Li alone and successfully lasted for more than a hundred moves against him.

Even Xuanyuan Li couldn't help but praise his swordsmanship.

Chang Jing's swordsmanship is characterized by speed, while his swordsmanship is known for its domineering nature.

With the first sword strike, Chang Jing's arm went numb.

The second sword strike shattered Chang Jing's meridians.

With the third sword strike, Chang Jing's weapon was completely severed!

Chang Jing glanced at Chu Feipeng, then at the bare hilt of his sword. He frowned and leaped back onto his chariot: "I can't beat him."

The arrow rain has been suppressed by Tang Yueshan, and there is no immediate danger on the chariot.

"Stay here," Marquis Xuanping said to Chang Jing, then he jumped off the chariot carrying a long sword.

He held a long knife handle and walked step by step toward Chu Feipeng.

His nonchalant air was rapidly fading, replaced by a chilling, domineering murderous aura.

If the young commander of the Black Wind Camp was a vision of a young killing god, then the person before us is the Netherworld King who has emerged from the Ninefold Purgatory.

His entire aura changed; his footsteps trod silently on the gravel, yet seemed to tread on everyone's hearts.

Everyone's heart sank.

As he approached step by step, the tip of his knife scraped against the ground with a sound that stung the eardrums.

Layers of dark clouds pressed down from the horizon, the sky turned gloomy, and the west wind howled, carrying sand and stones that made it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

When the Marquis of Xuanping was about ten feet away from Chu Feipeng, he stopped and his long sword plunged into the ground, sending up three feet of flying stones!

The soldiers around Liang felt a jolt in their hearts.

Even Tang Yueshan's expression changed.

Is the guy surnamed Xiao... about to get serious?

Ever since Marquis Xuanping suffered a back injury, no one has seen him fight again. Some say his martial arts skills have been ruined, while others say he can never regain his former prowess.

Many skilled individuals came and went around him, but Chang Jing was the one who stayed the longest.

However, only Tang Yueshan knew that Marquis Xuanping would not easily become a cripple.

Because Marquis Xuanping is the number one expert in the underground martial arts arena!

People only know about the list of beauties of the six kingdoms, but they don't know that this guy "slaughtered" the entire underground martial arts arena of the Great Yan Dynasty!

He never had the chance to fight Xuan Yuanli; otherwise, he would certainly have been among the generals who were on par with Xuan Yuansheng.

Tang Yueshan was very excited to see Marquis Xuanping take action again after so many years.

He clutched his chest; his heart was pounding. It was all because of a man.

Marquis Xuanping said calmly, "I haven't personally taken action for many years. Chu Feipeng, you are very lucky."

Chu Feipeng looked at him disdainfully: "A person who hides behind his comrades even when faced with a hail of arrows should not come to me and humiliate himself!"

"Is that so?" Marquis Xuanping curled the corner of his right lip. "I'll give you three moves."

"I'll give you three moves, then!"

"No need for that. I'm a person who cares about my reputation."

Chu Feipeng was too lazy to waste words with him. He swung his long sword and thrust it straight at Marquis Xuanping's heart.

In a duel between masters, there's no need for fancy moves. Being fast, ruthless, and accurate is enough to strike the target in one blow!

Chu Feipeng was full of confidence in his swordsmanship, but to his surprise, his sword actually slashed past Xuanping Hou's waist.

Did it miss?

How is that possible?

"The first move," said Marquis Xuanping.

Chu Feipeng frowned, kicked at Xuanping Hou's lower body, and while Xuanping Hou dodged in mid-air, he swung his sword and beheaded him!

But--

He missed again!

Marquis Xuanping flicked his wrist and said casually, "There's one last move left."

Chu Feipeng said coldly, "Who asked you to give up your move! You can't even hit me, and you're already making excuses for yourself! Fine! Prepare to die!"

With this move, Chu Feipeng attacked Xuanping Hou's right arm.

He was stabbed!

Just as Chu Feipeng was about to celebrate his victory, Marquis Xuanping suddenly dodged, and his sword... naturally missed its mark again.

Chu Feipeng found it hard to believe.

Marquis Xuanping gripped his long sword: "You've used up your three moves. Now, it's my turn."

Chu Feipeng scoffed, "Stop playing tricks, you can't possibly kill me!"

"Yeah?"

Marquis Xuanping drew his sword and slashed at Chu Feipeng, but Chu Feipeng blocked it with a single sword strike!

"Is this all the skill you've got? It's far too weak—"

Chu Feipeng froze.

Marquis Xuanping's longsword was a pair of swords.

The instant Chu Feipeng swung his sword to block, Marquis Xuanping swiftly drew another longsword and stabbed Chu Feipeng in the chest!

(End of this chapter)