Chapter 99: Beili Wolf King x Central Plains Prince 35
"Is that so... ahem... Qian Lingxiao is so predictable..." Qian Zhou said sarcastically.
The man in black snorted and laughed, "Your Highness the Crown Prince is naturally powerful. Just look at the situation now and you will know who is more powerful."
The two sides were facing each other in the room, and there were countless heavy breathings. They were all waiting.
But now the situation is settled, and all the guards in front of Qian Zhou have been injured to varying degrees.
It is extraordinary that they can hold on until now. They are mortal, but the ones on the other side are the walking dead who are extremely ferocious and don't care about life and death.
They are willing to take risks and are not afraid of death.
"Your Highness, please follow us obediently so that everyone will have less trouble."
"I will also let them die quickly." He swept his eyes over the group of knife-wielding guards and the servants who were huddled in the corner in fear.
Qianzhou choked and coughed, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
He stood tall and straight, with an arrogant attitude and a cold expression. "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?"
Qian Zhou took off his mask and smiled contemptuously, "The Crown Prince is incredibly savvy, and Xiao Jintian's thoughts are no less than his. Do you think you can get away with hiding this?"
"It's just a dying fantasy," Qian Zhou snatched the knife from the guard in front of him, "Let's have a fight."
This knife is not much lighter than a spear. Qianzhou moved his wrist, but still felt it was not easy to use.
The man in black raised his eyebrows, "Your Highness, this is..."
The guard interrupted him, "Stop talking nonsense, our people are here, you wait to die!"
The sound of footsteps came in quick succession, much faster than expected. Qian Zhou raised the corner of his mouth. He said that Xiao Jintian would not just sit there and wait for death.
"Your Highness, please continue!"
It was Yinwu's voice.
Qian Zhou turned his head and raised his hand to catch a light long sword, the one he brought to the battlefield.
The hilt of the sword is engraved with the words "Falling Swallow", making it an invincible magic weapon.
"Okay." Qianzhou recovered some strength, grasped the sword in his hand, and looked at Yinwu from a distance.
The guard couldn't hide his excitement, "Yinwu! I knew it wasn't the Third Prince who wanted to kill you!"
"If Your Highness wanted to kill me, I would have been dead long ago!"
Yin Wu walked hurriedly, his movements somewhat difficult, as soldiers holding torches surrounded the empty space.
They are the sharpest knives of Beili, each wearing armor and ready to go, like a pack of enraged wolves.
Yin Wu clutched his chest, his face pale. He raised his long sword high and said:
"Take them down!"
"Yes!" The soldiers rushed forward and the situation suddenly reversed.
Qian Zhou had never had a weapon that suited him, but now that he had the "Falling Swallow" in his hand, his confidence soared.
He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again his vision was much clearer.
Seeing the assassins being defeated, Qian Zhou retreated to Yin Wu's side and asked, "How are your injuries?"
"Cough cough cough... cough cough... die, I can't die..."
Qian Zhou spoke the three words "Yinwu" intermittently for a long time, and he seemed to be hesitant to speak.
The sound of fighting in the Wolf King's Mansion was deafening. Xiao Jintian had deployed personnel around the Wolf King's Mansion, and the external support was faster, so he was already completely in the upper hand.
Only then did Qianzhou feel cold, and his fingertips were icy.
Yin Wu said, "I'm fortunate to have your help."
The man in black who just spoke seemed to be the leader, being protected at the back, while the assassins in front formed a tight defense line.
Taking cover from the low walls on both sides, the man in black turned around and tried to retreat.
A huge body as tall as two meters retreated dozens of meters. Yan Hu gathered his strength and rushed forward. The earth seemed to be shaking!
“Everyone, get out of the way!!”
Qianzhou pulled Yinwu back, and Yan Hu rushed forward fiercely. The huge impact force directly knocked those assassins away.
The defense line was breached in an instant.
"Well done! Yan Hu!" Qian Zhou shouted.
Yan Hu grabbed the head of a assassin and threw it to the ground, then turned around and responded to Qian Zhou with a loud "Hmm!"
Everyone present was looking at the center of the battle. Qian Zhou did not let his guard down and looked around.
Seeing that one of the servants who were originally crowded together was missing, Qianzhou frowned.
It was not until then that Qian Zhou noticed the fire not far away. He was shocked and ran over without thinking.
That was the direction of Xiao Jintian’s parents’ ancestral hall. How dare they set fire there!
The wind was so cold that Qianzhou's cheeks turned red from the cold, and his fingers were abnormally white.
After Yin Wu noticed it, he quickly followed, "Your Highness!"
The ancestral hall was already half burned down by the fire. Qian Zhou rushed in without hesitation, but was pulled back by Yin Wu. "It's dangerous, don't go in!"
Qian Zhou's pupils reflected the firelight, and this time he could see clearly the two tablets in the ancestral hall.
Those were Xiao Jintian’s parents.
The tablet was placed on a sunken wood table, and in front of the table were two burnt cushions. Xiao Jintian held him down here and kowtowed to the two deceased elders.
Qianzhou's nose felt sore and the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled again.
My heart was warmed by a current, and the shadow of Xiao Jintian appeared in my mind. He should be back soon.
Yin Wu's expression froze. He moved closer to the ancestral hall and listened carefully. He said, "Your Highness, someone is calling for help."
The sounds of burning wooden beams, the roars of soldiers, and the clashing of swords were all deafening.
The cry for help was faint, but Qianzhou heard it.
He and Yinwu protected each other as they approached the ancestral hall. The fat cook huddled in the corner, covering her mouth and nose with her weak hands.
My throat was choked and hoarse, and I screamed in fear and panic, "Help, someone save me!"
The black smoke blocked Qianzhou's vision and he had difficulty breathing. The fire had grown bigger, but the cook was behind the bamboo curtain, her legs crushed by a fallen pillar.
"Your Highness, save me... Your Highness..."
The flames nearly burned Qianzhou's robes. Yin Wu stared inside and hesitated, "Your Highness, this won't work. The fire is too strong."
Qianzhou stuffed Luoyan into Yinwu's hands and said, "You hold it, I'll go rescue her."
Yin Wu held him back, "Don't go. The king definitely doesn't want anything to happen to you."
"There's still hope." Qian Zhou shook off his hand.
He ran in, his gaze fixed on the two spirit tablets for a moment, and Qianzhou quickly sank into the flames.
Xiao Jintian's parents probably didn't want to see anything happen to the cook who had been with them for many years.
The air around him was burning his skin all the time. Qian Zhou coughed violently and his vision began to blur again.
"Why at this moment..."
A burning wooden beam above his head finally broke. Qian Zhou barely dodged it and moved quickly into the depths.
Qianzhou hid in front of the cook, and it only took a few seconds for him to get here.
He squatted down and tried to lift the pillar with all his strength. His arms were sore and he could only lift it a little bit.
The pillar holding down the cook was as thick as two arms could hold together. It was made of heavy solid wood, and it was so heavy that veins bulged on Qianzhou's neck.
He groaned, and finally raised his head a little, "Hurry, run."
The cook pulled her legs out, tears streaming down her face. She stood up in a panic and ran out without even looking at Qian Zhou.
Qianzhou's arms lost strength and he staggered, almost falling to the ground.
“Cough cough cough… cough cough…!”
The smoke was inhaled into Qianzhou's lungs, and the scene in front of him turned into a blur of color, with bursts of tinnitus.
Qianzhou followed the direction he remembered, his vision was unfocused and movement was extremely difficult.
The fire burned even bigger, and Qianzhou was hit on the shoulder by a falling red-hot piece of wood, and blood instantly gushed out of his shoulder.
Qian Zhou was knocked to the ground and almost suffocated in the thin oxygen environment.
Outside the ancestral hall, Yinwu was extremely anxious, but he could hardly see what was happening in the fire. The cook ran out trembling.
Yin Wu's eyes widened, "Where's His Highness?!"
The cook cried and said, "He, he didn't come out... I don't know..."
There is no logic at all.
Yinwu cursed and was about to rush in when he saw a figure approaching from a distance.
Xiao Jintian jumped down from the beam with a bloody head in his hand and a ferocious expression on his face. He threw the head on the ground.
"Your Majesty! His Highness is still in the ancestral hall!!"
Xiao Jintian looked back at the flames in the sky, and his expression changed instantly.
Without saying anything, he turned and rushed into the fire.
Xiao Jintian's tall body broke through the thick smoke and rushed deeper into the area, "Qianzhou!"
His eyes searched quickly, "Qianzhou——!"
The beams creaked under the weight and swayed in the fire, and the place was about to collapse.
Xiao Jintian had no time to get angry, he was more afraid of losing Qianzhou.
I have never felt such fear when facing swords, guns or weapons in my life.
Xiao Jintian's eyes were bloodshot, veins were spreading on his neck and arms, and his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his chest.
At this time, a white shadow rushed out from the fire. Qian Zhou was covered in blood and moved quickly to the only remaining intact position.
His heart sank heavily, and Xiao Jintian came back to life.
Because he inhaled too much smoke and dust, Qian Zhou's throat was temporarily unable to make any sound.
He found a tall dark figure among the bright blocks of flames. After feeling the familiar breath, he was already carried on Xiao Jintian's shoulders.
Xiao Jintian felt the warm blood on Qian Zhou's body and cursed with gritted teeth.
Even if someone pointed a knife at Xiao Jintian, he wouldn't be so angry. At this moment, he really wanted to skin Qian Zhou alive.
Xiao Jintian kicked the wooden chair that was blocking his way away, and it shattered into pieces with a loud crash.
He held Qianzhou's hand with great force, and veins popped out on his forehead. "Qianzhou, you're great! I'll see if I can't kill you today."
The blurry and bright blocks of color in front of his eyes moved rapidly. Qian Zhou blinked blankly and moved his eyeballs very slowly.
I suspect I heard it wrong.
Xiao Jintian pinched his thigh and rushed out of the ancestral hall with him. The air that was scorching his skin receded.
The cold winter wind from Beili made him shiver.
"You...how can you say such things in front of your parents..."
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