In a short time, he killed three people.
If anyone still thinks Jing Zhe doesn't know martial arts at this point, they're really out of their mind.
When the last remaining half-general saw Jing Zhe walking towards him with his sword, his legs went weak with fear and he started to stammer.
"This general... no, I... I can negotiate! As long as I become the King of the Western Frontier, I will definitely have a proper discussion with Young Master Jing, and I will do my best to fulfill any request Young Master Jing may have!"
As the saying goes, a wise man knows when to yield. Since he wants to choose a new king with whom he can talk business, then let's talk to him!
Moreover, he unexpectedly became the new king of the Western Frontier, something he had never dared to dream of before. So Ban Jiang immediately begged for mercy and solemnly promised Jing Zhe.
At this moment, Jing Zhe came up to him with a knife in hand. After hearing his "oath", he frowned slightly.
Damn it, you want to talk to me, but I don't want to talk to you!
"What, you don't want to talk to me either?"
As he spoke, he raised his broadsword.
"Young Master Jing, you've misheard me! I'll talk, I'll talk!"
Half-General was so scared he almost wet himself, and quickly shouted loudly.
"Ha, fine, don't talk then, but you dare yell at me like that? You're asking for it!"
"ah--"
"Pfft~"
The half-general didn't even finish his "Ah!" before he was gone forever, his head severed from his body, blood gushing from his neck.
At this moment, the tent was covered in blood.
A cold wind howled outside the main tent, but the outer cavalry regiment remained oblivious to what was happening inside, continuing as usual.
The remaining six generals were dumbfounded after witnessing Jing Zhe's "elegant" action of killing four people in a row.
"Among the six of you, is there anyone you'd like to talk to?"
The implication is that whoever steps forward will become the new king of the Western Frontier, while those who don't will be the next to be beheaded.
"Young Master Jing..."
The centurion at the very front couldn't withstand the pressure and spoke first, but Jing Zhe didn't look at him. Instead, he pointed to the somewhat familiar-looking guy at the back and asked, "What's your name?"
“Cha…Charm…”
"This name is excellent! It exudes an imperial aura. Alright, you will be the next King of the Western Frontier!"
Without even asking Chamu if he wanted to talk, they directly designated him as the new king. Chamu was flattered and incredulous. He had scolded him so much before, yet he repaid kindness with enmity. How magnanimous must he be?
"Thank you so much, Young Master Jing!"
Jing Zhe nodded without saying anything more, and walked to the body of the Western Frontier King, reaching into his arms.
Before long, he pulled out important personal items such as the imperial seal from his pocket, along with an envelope. Jing Zhe's eyes lit up and he quickly opened it.
Just as he had guessed, the envelope indeed contained a letter from the Prince of Jin to Huyan Lie, detailing how Huyan Lie was ordered to send a heavy cavalry regiment to Liangzhou to capture him alive, and promising to provide the Western Frontier with countless grains and cotton, etc.
At the very end of the letter, besides the Prince of Jin's handwritten signature, there was also his unique seal.
Upon seeing this, Jing Zhe beamed with joy.
After killing Huyan Lie, Jing Zhe realized his impulsiveness; he should have asked Huyan Lie for the items first. Fortunately, he found them on Huyan Lie without much effort. Not bad.
Having obtained the goods, Jing Zhe went over and took Murong Xi's hand, then said to Chamu, "King Chamu, is there anything else you wish to say? If not, then we shall return!"
"Forehead…"
Chamu paused for a moment, seemingly not very familiar with the title "Great King," but he was extremely excited.
"That's all, Young Master Jing... just go back!"
"Alright, King Chamu, goodbye!"
After Jing Zhe finished speaking, he took Murong Xi's small hand and walked out of the tent openly and honestly.
After they left, Chalm suddenly realized something: He had been emphasizing that he should choose someone who could talk to him to be the new king, but he hadn't asked himself if he would talk to him. And after he chose him, he hadn't talked to him about anything.
At this moment, a cavalryman outside the tent reported: "Your Majesty, Jing Zhe has taken Empress Yueyao away... should we pursue him or not?"
"Don't chase."
Chalmu replied.
"Cha...Cha Qianjiang?"
The cavalryman clearly recognized Chalm's voice and asked in confusion, "Where is the King?"
Although Chamu was a commander of a thousand men, the king was in the tent, so how could he give orders?
"I...am the king!"
At this moment, Chamu opened the door, and several decapitated corpses appeared before the cavalrymen. In particular, Huyan Lie's head was rolled in a corner of the tent near the door. When the cavalrymen looked over, they saw his dilated pupils and white eyeballs, and they were instantly horrified.
Chamu ignored him and continued, "Pass down the order: Your Majesty, General Wan, and two half-generals have unfortunately perished. I am now the new King of the Western Frontier. We will now return to the capital and go back to Kadian!"
"Yes... Your Majesty..."
"..."
...
As soon as Jing Zhe stepped out of the tent, he carried Murong Xi and took off. As for the cavalrymen on the outside, they had no way to stop him, because Jing Zhe's lightness skill had reached a state of perfection. He could leap into the sky in an instant, and they were too far away to reach him.
Murong Xi lay in Jing Zhe's arms, feeling the cold wind whistling past her ears, but she didn't feel much coldness. Waves of warmth emanated from Jing Zhe's embrace, mixed with his strong masculine scent, making her feel comfortable.
At first, seeing herself rise into the air with Jing Zhe and get further and further away from the ground, Murong Xi was so frightened that she quickly lowered her eyes and dared not look anymore.
When she felt herself stop rising with Jing Zhe and begin to move steadily forward, she couldn't resist her curiosity and slowly opened her eyes to take in her surroundings...
Ah~
When she saw herself suspended in mid-air, with the grassland beneath her feet rushing past, she couldn't help but gasp.
When Jing Zhe picked her up, to avoid suspicion—it was already broad daylight and there was no one else present—she was perhaps only trying to avoid the "suspicion" in her own heart. So she chose to relax her arms and legs and let him hold her, never taking the initiative to touch him.
But now, with a soft cry, her body involuntarily twisted, as if she were about to fall from a great height. Subconsciously, she reached out and hugged Jing Zhe's neck, and her legs, as if out of control, wrapped around Jing Zhe's waist.
At this moment, Murong Xi had lost all trace of the empress's aloofness and dignity. Instead, she clung tightly to Jing Zhe like an adorable sloth, wishing she could squeeze into his chest.
Jing Zhe is experiencing both pain and pleasure...
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