A familiar voice rang out from behind at that moment:
"You're waiting for me to kill you, aren't you? Hahaha! Come on!"
As he finished speaking, a figure swept past him. The familiar figure caught his eye, and Xiao Yiming's breath seemed to freeze for a moment.
That was the person he would risk his life to protect. He shouldn't have come back; he should have run far away.
But now, he's back.
The person who shouldn't have returned did—but the distress that should have arisen in Xiao Yiming's heart did not appear.
At that moment, hearing that hearty laughter again, he felt a surge of energy, for reasons he couldn't explain, but a voice echoed in his mind:
"Your Highness, you are still Your Highness!"
The next moment—
"Prepare to die!!"
With a roar, Xiao Yiming slashed at Yan Cheng with all his might. Yan Cheng, seeing the Prince of Qing appear there, was also invigorated. Fury and excitement surged into his mind in an instant, and he even wanted to burst out laughing.
But the enemy's knife was already coming down, and he spared no effort to meet it head-on!
"Click!"
The two nicked blades clashed heavily and broke in two the instant they made contact!
Although the swords were broken, the wielders stood tall and straight, neither of them bending over. Without the slightest hesitation, the two continued to fight with the broken swords!
Amidst a series of clashes, blood flew and sweat poured, almost merging with the body. Exhaustion and pain vanished, replaced by boundless excitement and rage.
With Jin Weizun joining the battle, the real life-or-death struggle has officially begun.
Now, Jin Weizun, enraged, brandished his sword and charged towards the scarred barbarian general who was covered in blood!
Scarface was seriously injured and was no longer able to fight, but when he saw the enemy who had been relentlessly pursuing him coming with a sword, he was filled with rage. He took a bamboo pole in his hand and started wildly hitting Jin Weizun with it.
Faced with the barbarian general's offensive, Jin Weizun's heart surged with emotion. Although he was already in his twilight years and his white hair and aged face were no longer as strong as they once were, at this moment, with his sword in hand, the memories of battles that had been dormant for decades were still etched into his body like a brand!
—Although I am very old, my courage and bravery still remain in my heart!
—Tonight, I, Jin Weizun, will die here, fighting to the death!
The sword in his hand was already poised to strike. As a precious sword, how could he be content to become a mere ornament? A sword is a weapon, and it should reveal its sharpness in battle!
Jin Weizun held his breath, moved a step, straightened up, and drew his sword!
The bamboo split, crumbled, and disintegrated under the sword. The bamboo, which was originally more than two meters long, gradually became only one meter long. The scarred barbarian general ignored it, turned the sweep into a thorn, and used the bamboo tip to stab Jin Weizun!
Jin Weizun also thrust out a sword!
"Well....."
Almost simultaneously, both of them let out a muffled groan.
The sword pierced the scarred barbarian's right abdomen, and the bamboo tip pierced Jin Weizun's left shoulder.
The next moment, the sword and the bamboo were drawn out at the same time, each leaving a trail of blood.
The scarred barbarian took a step back, blood dripping from his pale face, and his hand holding the bamboo trembled.
Jin Weizun's face was also pale, and he was already panting heavily. He couldn't help but sigh that he was getting old after all.
If it were his younger self, he could have precisely pierced the enemy's left abdomen with this sword, shredding his heart.
Now, facing a heavily wounded barbarian, after only a dozen or so sword strikes, his breathing had become disordered. He knew exactly how to kill him, but his speed and strength just couldn't keep up.
But it doesn't matter, this barbarian is nearing his end.
Jin Weizun took a deep breath, about to draw his sword again, when a bloody gust of wind came from behind him, startling him.
It's that vicious wolf!
So he quickly twisted his waist and drew his sword to fight back.
But before the sword could turn completely, a sharp pain shot through his back as the wolf king struck him with a claw, causing Jin Weizun to fall forward uncontrollably.
The scarred barbarian had unknowingly thrust his bamboo pole straight at them!
But then, a bloody hand suddenly reached out from the side, grabbed his left hand, and forcefully pulled him aside, avoiding the bamboo that was being poked.
As Prince Qing stood still, still shaken, he heard a panting voice behind him:
"Your Highness, beware of wolves." Xiao Yiming leaned against Prince Qing, his face, though pale, showed no sign of distress, but rather a sense of relief.
"I'm getting old, and my skills aren't what they used to be," Prince Qing said with a self-deprecating laugh.
The two stood back to back, surrounded by Yan Cheng, the scarred barbarian general, and the wolf king.
"Your martial arts have declined because Your Highness is getting old, but your charm is still as great as ever." Xiao Yiming's usually indifferent face revealed a faint smile at this moment.
Just then—
"hiss--"
The sound of horses neighing came from outside the bamboo forest, followed by shouts and yells.
Hearing these sounds, Yan Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Prince Qing did not flee, and reinforcements were about to arrive. Tonight's battle was finally coming to an end.
So he stopped taking the initiative and instead kept moving, trying to keep the two men from leaving.
Upon hearing the sound, Prince Qing did not show any panic. In fact, he was using this time to recover his strength. At this point, what was there to fear?
The scarred barbarian general, still clutching the bamboo, heard the sound of reinforcements arriving. He half-opened his drooping eyes and looked at Prince Qing, weakly smiling as he said:
"You can't escape now, you old scoundrel."
Yan Cheng on the other side gave him a wink, signaling him not to say anything more. After all, these two were already trapped and there was no need to provoke them.
Tonight's battle has exceeded expectations. We thought we could capture Prince Qing in one fell swoop, but these assassins have displayed unbelievable bravery.
He still couldn't understand why someone like Prince Qing would have such loyal followers.
The enemy before him, named Xiao Yiming, was so skilled that Yan Cheng knew he couldn't possibly stop him if he wanted to escape. Yet, Xiao Yiming fought to the death, refusing to retreat even a single step. Such a person, if not an enemy, perhaps...
At this moment, upon hearing the scarred barbarian's words, Xiao Yiming suddenly spoke up:
"Your Highness, their reinforcements are about to arrive."
Jin Weizun remained noncommittal, grinning as he said, "What? Scared?"
"Heh." Xiao Yiming chuckled softly. "No."
He continued, "But Your Highness... shouldn't have come back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Weizun's eyes dimmed slightly, and he said:
"It's been a long time since I've fought on the front lines."
"Tonight, we must have a good, satisfying fight."
“I’ll accompany Your Highness.” Xiao Yiming pursed his lips slightly and continued, “They’re coming soon, Your Highness.”
"Hmm." Prince Qing straightened his back, but his expression suddenly became excited.
The next moment—
Almost simultaneously, the two moved and charged towards the enemy!
At this moment, memories of years past, of swords clashing and horses galloping across battlefields, come flooding back like a tidal wave.
Jin Weizun seemed to have returned to the valiant general who once dominated the battlefield years ago. Although there were no war drums to sound the chorus, no soldiers to accompany him, and he had lost his battle robe and spear, he still had the [Arrow of Will] sword in his hand. He roared:
"Take this!"
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