The main hall of the Prince of Nanxiang's mansion was exceptionally lively.
The martial arts heroes gathered together, and the main hall of the Prince of Nanxiang's mansion, which was spacious, was filled with so many people, making it look like a martial arts gathering.
Xiao Fengque and Xie An quietly disappeared into the crowd.
After waiting for a long time, the Prince of Nanxiang finally arrived. The old man was fully armed, and his eyes were barely visible through the gaps in the armor.
The Prince of Nanxiang spoke, his voice hoarse: "I thank you all here... cough cough! cough cough!"
Before he could finish speaking, the King of Nanxiang began to cough violently.
His old steward quickly stepped forward to help the Prince of Nanxiang sit down, then turned to the crowd of martial artists and bowed apologetically, saying, "Please forgive me, everyone. My lord, fearing poisoning in his food and water, has not eaten or drunk anything since receiving the visiting card..."
A burst of laughter erupted in the hall. A flamboyant-looking man said in a sinister tone, "This old bastard is quite shrewd."
People from the martial arts world have always been arrogant and unruly. The Prince of Nanxiang had been tyrannical in Nanjun for many years, earning him a notorious reputation. Although these chivalrous figures coveted his countless riches, they still held him in utter contempt.
The voice was neither too loud nor too soft. Upon hearing it, the guards in the hall were so enraged that their eyes widened and they almost drew their swords!
The old steward seemed not to hear and continued, "His Highness is in poor health, so I will relay all orders on his behalf..."
Before he could finish speaking, the Prince of Nanxiang suddenly screamed and covered his eyes!
not good!
Knowing that things had changed, everyone rushed forward. Xiao Fengque lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped out of the crowd, taking two steps to stand in front of the Prince of Nanxiang.
The old steward looked horrified and threw himself at Prince Nanxiang, shaking him desperately in a shrill voice: "Your Highness! Your Highness!"
Xiao Fengque shoved the old steward aside and reached out to feel the pulse of the Prince of Nanxiang, only to find his hand touching a cold, hard iron. He tried to apply pressure to the Prince of Nanxiang's acupoints, but the prince's armor was impenetrable, and his attempts to apply pressure were like scratching an itch through a boot, completely useless!
Xiao Fengque's eyes showed frustration. He grabbed the Prince of Nanxiang by the waist with both hands, intending to lift him up. But to his surprise, the Prince of Nanxiang did not budge an inch!
The King of Nanxiang groaned and howled in pain, and blood was seeping from the gaps in his helmet.
Another swordsman, who looked like a village woman, stepped forward and shouted, "I'll do it!"
This man's muscles bulged out all over his body; he must have been born with superhuman strength. Xiao Fengque silently made way for him.
Unexpectedly, before the village woman could even touch the King of Nanxiang, he let out a miserable scream and collapsed to the ground!
A deafening roar.
The King of Nanxiang's body twitched a few times, then stopped moving.
The heroes all stopped in their tracks.
The old steward rushed to the side of Prince Nanxiang in disbelief, and with the help of several guards, hurriedly turned him onto his back.
Everyone worked frantically, sweating profusely, for half a day before finally removing the helmet of the Prince of Nanxiang. Xiao Fengque glanced at the incense sticks in the hall; the last bit had just burned out. —A full incense stick's time had passed.
The black iron helmet clattered to the ground, and everyone gasped in surprise, almost simultaneously taking a step back!
The King of Nanxiang's face had swollen into the shape of a pig's bladder. It was a bluish-purple swelling, churning with a faint blackish aura. His lips had turned blackish-purple in an instant, his mouth gaping open, drool and blood flowing out together. His features were completely dislocated and deformed, and the iron grille of his helmet had even left indentations…
On that distorted face, one could barely discern a hint of astonishment and despair, as if, even at the very last moment, he still couldn't believe he was dead.
Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that a thin poisoned dart had been inserted into the left eye of the Prince of Nanxiang!
The poisoned dart, gleaming with an eerie light, was only the thickness of a hairpin. It passed right through the gap in the helmet's eye area and pierced the eye of the Prince of Nanxiang.
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