"Young Master Jing... what kind of weapon is this?"
Sui Shouren stood outside for a moment, but finally couldn't help asking out of curiosity.
"General Sui, we can talk about that later. Right now, you should focus on your concern for Lord Wu!"
As he spoke, Jing Zhe gestured with his lip toward his side and behind him.
Sui Shouren looked in the direction he was looking and saw Wu Xianyong limping towards them, seemingly because of a problem with his lower body. As he ran, he cried out for help, "Quick...quick...quickly save me!"
Perhaps it was because he had shouted so many times that his voice had become hoarse.
Sui Shouren was speechless. Wu Xianyong should have been injured long ago, and judging from the appearance, the injury was to some indescribable parts. However, they were all inside the house just now, so even if Wu Xianyong shouted, no one heard him.
As for Jing Zhe…
Sui Shouren glanced to the side and saw that he was looking at Wu Xianyong with a playful look in his eyes. He thought that Wu Xianyong had probably heard him a long time ago, but he didn't want to pay attention to him. Thinking about it, it made sense. Jing Zhe had been so kind to persuade Wu Xianyong to go back to his room, but he didn't appreciate it. Who was to blame?
"Hurry, someone come! Minister Wu is injured!"
Next to the main house was a long covered walkway where Sui Shouren's personal guards were stationed. Hearing Sui Shouren's shouts, they all ran out, but when they saw the blood and flesh on the ground, they almost vomited.
"Look at all of you, so pathetic!"
Sui Shouren felt somewhat embarrassed. Jing Zhe, a mere scholar, was so composed. Compared to him, they were utterly pathetic!
Wait, something's not right. He just used light-footed skills and can wield such a terrifying weapon. He doesn't seem like a scholar at all!
Never mind, all good-looking people will be treated as scholars!
"Quickly carry Vice Minister Wu into the shed so the imperial physicians can examine him. Judging from his injuries, any further delay could lead to serious consequences!"
Afterwards, Sui Shouren and his guards went into the shaded pavilion.
...
Jing Zhe wasn't calm; rather, he... vomited it all out.
He was originally the sun at nine or ten o'clock in the morning in the 21st century, where had he ever seen such a bloody storm?
I had already vomited everything I could, and then I smelled a bloody odor. I instinctively opened my mouth, but unfortunately my stomach was already empty, and I couldn't vomit anything even if I tried.
At that moment, a group of people came out of the pavilion.
It was those fifty Silver Thread Army soldiers!
They had initially refused to enter the pavilion, wanting to see how their general would trample Jing Zhe to death, but Sui Shouren feared that their presence outside would affect fairness, so he ultimately forced them inside.
This decision saved them from death, but it was a pity for their general, who died tragically in a foreign land.
"Hey, what are you all standing there for? Go check on your general, he might not be completely dead yet!"
Jing Zhe said with dissatisfaction.
"..."
If, before today, these Silver Thread Army soldiers' understanding of Jing Zhe was based on what Qi Gulong said, "He's just a scholar with a sharp tongue," then their current impression of Jing Zhe is one of fear. They didn't dare to talk back and quickly ran away.
Although they were convinced that Qi Gulong was definitely dead...
...
Jing Zhe ignored them and pushed open the door to enter the house.
Everyone inside was standing at the door looking out, but as soon as he entered, whether to make room for him or out of fear of him, they all took a step back!
Even worse, someone like Su Mowu, perhaps feeling guilty, actually took two steps back.
Seeing that no one was willing to talk to him, Jing Zhe could only pick on the weakest target—so he walked up to the trembling Qi Junguang, startling Qi Junguang so much that he almost fell to the ground. He took a few steps back to steady himself, but his eyes were full of fear, and his previous arrogance was gone.
"What...what do you want to do?"
Perhaps, in his eyes, Jing Zhe at this moment was a demon with blood on his hands.
"Third Prince, don't be nervous. I'm just here to discuss the results of the competition with you!"
As he spoke, he pointed outside through the open paper window.
A group of Silver-Threaded Soldiers were seen surrounding Qi Gulong's corpse, seemingly discussing something.
Looking further ahead, there were horse carcasses everywhere.
Behind the horse carcass, there were about twenty or thirty warhorses clad in silver-embroidered robes, standing restlessly.
It turned out that the explosions were concentrated in one area, and the most affected were Qi Gulong and his warhorse, followed by the warhorses that were closer to him. All the explosive firepower was blocked by their bodies, while the outermost twenty or thirty horses were unharmed.
Although they didn't die, many were injured or maimed, and because they were frightened, they were like startled birds. Even when the Silver Thread Army tried to lead them, they were very agitated and shook off the reins.
"Originally, this competition was supposed to be me breaking through the defenses of fifty Silver-Threaded Soldiers, but because General Qi had a sudden change of heart, it became a competition between the two of us. However, General Qi is seriously injured and probably can't continue, but I've only managed to tear through half of the Silver-Threaded Armor of fifty warhorses—"
Hearing Jing Zhe speak, Qi Junguang's lips twitched—what the hell is he seriously injured?! He's clearly dead!
"So I think this match should be considered a draw. What does the Third Prince think?"
"..."
Qi Junguang did not answer.
"Is the Third Prince not entirely satisfied with this result? In that case, let's have another match!"
"No, no, no!"
Upon hearing that he was to have another match with him, Qi Junguang was nearly scared out of his wits: "No, I have many things to deal with in Southern Qi. I don't have that much time."
Let's call it a draw!
After thinking for a moment, Qi Junguang seemed to find the result acceptable. Having witnessed Jing Zhe's methods, he could no longer muster the courage to confront him.
"The Third Prince no longer wants a marriage alliance?"
Qi Junguang shook his head, "I don't want to think about it."
"Alright, then, Third Prince, would you like to stay in Jingzhou for a few more days? I've heard that you are proficient in both literature and martial arts. There are still many things I don't understand on the battlefield, and I'd like to have a friendly exchange with you!"
"No, I'm leaving!"
Startled, Qi Junguang immediately stood up. "There's no time to lose, I'm leaving now!"
He then explained a few words to Emperor An. Being as lecherous as he was, he didn't even bother to glance at Su Mochen, Liu Jinghong, and Zhu Xinning before hurriedly running out.
Outside, the Silver Thread Army soldiers were carrying the corpses from the valley.
Although Qi Gulong's death was somewhat better, some of his body parts were still blown away. The Silver Thread Army soldiers were struggling to distinguish which parts were human and which were horse from the bloody mess on the ground.
The general is dead; he can't be left without even a complete corpse!
After Qi Junguang went out, he saw that they were still in no hurry to leave and were instead looking for something. He was so angry that he scolded the Silver Thread Army soldiers.
The Silver Thread Army looked at each other, stopped searching, and carried Qi Gulong's mutilated corpse, escorting Qi Junguang out of the hunting grounds.
The sun had already climbed high into the sky, casting long shadows of them.
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