Chapter 393 He is Li Rong! We can't stop him!
The setting sun of the northern frontier shone on the courtyard on the outskirts of the city. Zhao Xiuyuan's bodyguard was perched on a withered tree, peering out with a peephole.
The image in the peephole swayed up and down, finally settling on a long sword that gleamed with a cold, fluorescent light.
The peephole shifts upwards, revealing a thick, calloused arm holding the long arrow.
The newcomer was also carrying a black-clad man covered in blood in his right hand.
His cold, almost divinely sculpted face was expressionless, and his moon-white robe was stained with blood.
With steady steps, one after another, it was as if a demon was approaching.
Suddenly, he noticed something, and his empty gaze abruptly turned in this direction.
The guard's pupils contracted, and he stumbled, falling off the dead tree.
He scrambled to his feet and staggered into the house, crying, "No...it's terrible, young master! Something terrible has happened!"
Inside the warm room, Zhao Xiuyuan, dressed in a fox fur coat, sat leisurely around a charcoal brazier, holding a bowl of hot tea. He took a small sip, then frowned and scolded, "What's the rush? What kind of behavior is this? After all these years by my side, haven't you improved at all?"
Zhao Xiuyuan glanced at him briefly, then looked out the window. It was New Year's Eve; he wondered what Xiyue was doing. He was stuck in the wilderness, a thousand miles from the capital, on official business, and wondered if she felt lonely.
"Young Master, something terrible has happened! It's...it's the General...it's Li Rong who's attacked!"
The guard roared, trembling!
"What did you say?" Zhao Xiuyuan abruptly stood up, his sleeve accidentally catching the teapot, spilling tea sparsely onto his robe. But he had no time to care, his gaze fixed on the guard: "Say it again, who is it?"
"Young Master! It's the General! We...we'd better run! The General's leg is fine! He...he walked here!"
The guard, his face ashen, turned and grabbed the bundle from the bed, slinging it over his shoulder: "Young Master! Quickly! If we delay any longer..."
Suddenly, with a loud slap, Zhao Xiuyuan struck the guard across the face, interrupting his next words.
"You bastard!"
Zhao Xiuyuan's eyes flashed with a sinister light, and the next second he drew his long sword from his waist with a "whoosh".
"What are you afraid of? He's no longer a general!"
Zhao Xiuyuan clenched his fists: "It is absolutely unreasonable for a guilty official like him to kill me, the imperial envoy who was sent to bring back the princess for the emperor!"
"Do you think I'm that coward Changshan? All he does is slit his own throat? Come on then! Today I, Zhao Xiuyuan, will meet this general! Let's see what he's capable of after losing thousands of troops!"
Then, drawing his sword, he went out and coldly ordered, "Men! Form an array! Since he dares to come today, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
The Seven Star Formation was formed, and the archers lined up in the formation, ready to go.
Zhao Xiuyuan's gaze fell on a figure in the distance. The face was obscured by the distance, but the silhouette was unmistakably that of the person. Zhao Xiuyuan clenched his fist and commanded in a deep voice, "Prepare to fire!"
Almost simultaneously with his voice, a sound like bamboo being splitting rang out, and the long sword "whooshed" across the crowd, heading straight for Zhao Xiuyuan's face.
Zhao Xiuyuan barely managed to dodge, but the long arrow grazed his face and struck the pillar behind him with a "bang." The sword resounded.
Zhao Xiuyuan's forehead was beaded with cold sweat. If he had been even an inch off, the sword would have pierced his neck. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "What are you standing there for! Fire the arrows! Kill them all!"
At the same time, several arrows were fired simultaneously, directly targeting Li Rong.
Li Rong moved like a ghost, exuding a chilling aura. He carried the man and advanced unscathed.
"Fire arrows! Fire arrows!"
As Li Rong drew closer, Zhao Xiuyuan's face turned ashen, and a hint of panic gradually appeared in his eyes. He kicked aside the person beside him and personally drew his bow.
Even after the basket of arrows was empty, Li Rong continued to advance step by step.
"Young...Young Master! It's no use, we can't stop him at all! This Seven Star Formation was created by Li Rong himself, we don't even know how to kill him, and even if we trap him, we can't hold him for long. Master, we should escape!"
Zhao Xiuyuan looked over and saw that even his guards beside him were showing fear and retreating steadily. One of them, who was quite young, threw down his bow and arrows and turned to run away.
He kicked the fleeing man to the ground, twirled the arrow, and pierced the man's abdomen before pulling it out.
"Those who abandon the fight and flee shall die!"
Everyone's expression immediately turned serious.
The long arrows were fired at Li Rong as if he were courting death.
However, Li Rong moved like a ghost, always finding the weakest point. Before long, an arrow was shot out from the formation.
A man in front of him was shot in the chest and fell down.
This single oversight was seized upon by Li Rong in an instant, bringing him close at hand.
The archers, accustomed to using bows and arrows, were as vulnerable as children when they encountered Li Rong. They were utterly routed.
"Don't panic, kill him!"
Zhao Xiuyuan coldly rebuked from the crowd.
Even though she was being protected by a group of men in black, she still felt a chill run down her spine.
Looking at Li Rong in the crowd, he seemed like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, tireless and unstoppable.
For a fleeting moment, Zhao Xiuyuan felt as if he had returned to the battlefield. The only difference was that before, he was protected by this god of death, but now he was his enemy.
In a daze, Zhao Xiuyuan met a pair of eyes as cold as a deep pool. Those eyes held an undisguised killing intent.
A chill ran through Zhao Xiuyuan, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. His face turned ashen, and he inexplicably felt a urge to retreat. He gripped his longsword tightly.
"Offensive tactics are not Li Rong's forte! He excels at archery and crossbows. Don't be afraid, we outnumber him! We can definitely fight!"
"Master, we can't let him live! We really can't let him live! Even if he's not good at close combat, he's still Li Rong! Master, you should know better than me that if he wants to kill someone, we can't stop him!"
Without saying a word, the guard grabbed Xian Xiuyuan and left.
Zhao Xiuyuan nearly bit his lip until it bled, but finally, pulled by the guards beside him, he turned and fled.
However, it was already too late.
In the chaos, the guard's neck was snapped by Li Rong.
By the time Zhao Xiuyuan came to his senses, a long knife was already at his neck.
Why so fast?
Zhao Xiuyuan's fingers trembled, a testament to his enduring charm. He truly understood what it felt like to oppose Li Rong.
"Zhao Xiuyuan, give me the antidote, and I'll give you a quick death."
Li Rong's hoarse voice slowly drifted over, like a death knell.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Xiuyuan lost all color, his once neatly combed hair now disheveled, and his clothes were stained with blood.
He stared at the blade so close to his face, even his breathing became soft, and then he sighed, saying with deep emotion, "General, I didn't know your leg was healed. That's wonderful."
General, as long as you live, everything is fine…
He suddenly looked at Li Rong: "General, isn't the antidote all you want? If you had just told your men, they would have readily agreed. Over the years, they've been forced by Xiao Yuanshan to be his lackeys. Now, dying at your hands, General, can be considered a fitting end..."
But before he died, Xiu Yuan had one question for the general.
(End of this chapter)
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