Chapter 712 Assassinate the King—Speed Is Invincible

“Just as Sect Leader Jiang said.”

Upon hearing this, King Chu Qing chuckled softly as he interrupted.

“Chongyang, follow Sect Leader Jiang on this venture. Capture that female general, don’t hold back, bring her back just barely alive.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Dong Chongyang’s eyes gleamed with a hint of ferocity; his own younger brother had died in a border clash, and dozens of skilled Jianghai fighters under his command had all been captured by the opponent—truly a disgrace.

He had endured not acting until now with great difficulty. Having received this order, he immediately accepted it.

He had long planned how to properly humiliate that female general Han, so that the Prince of Yan could experience a heart-wrenching pain.

The two left the Imperial Palace, passed through numerous guard checkpoints, and with a few leaps, were far gone.

There was news that the female general Han, with her miraculous Sword Technique and lightning-fast speed, had left Chu Capital speechless in recent days. She was now atop the Golden Summit Dharma Tower, challenging Zen Master Bai Xiang.

Who knows if she was innately rash or truly disdainful of others, completely unafraid of being attacked by a crowd.

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“Your Majesty has executed a superb strategy. This time, the Yan Kingdom’s legacy seems already to be within our grasp.”

The Daoist Lingdu from Yuntai Mountain flattered.

He was not worried about the opponent reneging after success.

No matter how potent the Talent was, acquiring a new legacy and establishing fame was not something achievable overnight.

The Chu Kingdom’s legacy was undeniably formidable, yet not indomitable; Zhao Kingdom’s “Heart Flow” and Qii Kingdom’s “Sword Sect” joining forces wouldn’t necessarily fear the Chu Royal Family’s trio of masters.

Speaking these words, Daoist Duling cast a glance over the round-faced, pudgy, middle-aged eunuch, noticing his constant submissiveness and inconspicuous demeanor. This raised his internal vigilance.

King Chu Qing seemed completely unaware of Daoist Duling’s apprehensions and schemes, merely shaking his head with a smile: “If not for the Yan Kingdom’s legacy being exceptionally devious, fleeing when unable to win, this solitary king wouldn’t resort to such tactics. Bullying a woman this time is also unfortunate but necessary. Recently, the solitary king has gathered some information indicating that Young Master Dongyuan from Yan conducts himself with extravagant arrogance. Moreover, he has a weakness: he values loyalty highly, refusing even to abandon the laborers fleeing with him, let alone his close companions and cherished ones.”

The meaning of this statement was quite clear.

Since Zheng Dongyuan, the Prince of Yan, has such a flaw in his character, then by capturing the people most dear to him, even if given the chance to escape, he wouldn’t take it.

Furthermore, King Chu Qing, in recent days, has set up multiple elaborate feints, making the opponent believe that the Grand Empress Dowager was temporarily unavailable for a meeting.

He didn’t extinguish the opponent’s hope of relying on the Chu Kingdom’s army to restore his country and exact revenge.

Thus, it was possible to set the battlefield in advance, luring the so-called Young Master Dongyuan into the palace, into a trap he couldn’t escape.

“Seven times speed, just how fast could it be?”

King Chu Qing’s eyes gleamed with longing, “Will it be able to dodge my staff?”

Lightly stroking the Coiling Dragon Short Staff in his hand, a smile appeared on his lips.

“Trying it out will answer that.”

King Chu Qing muttered. As his words lingered, there rose a cold laugh from beyond the palace walls hundreds of yards away.

The first word echoed from afar; by the time the last word fell, a full sword whistle erupted.

Inside the Tongming Hall, sword shadows clashed, seemingly filling the entire hall’s space.

Simultaneously, at the opened door, there arose the sound of dozens, hundreds of weapons clattering to the ground.

Without asking, it was evident that the web of guards outside had been smashed; those guards barely lifted their weapons before they were knocked down, failing to hinder the intruder in the least.

“Beware of illusion, defend.”

Daoist Lingdu’s eyes gleamed with golden light as he shouted abruptly.

At the same time, the duster resting on his left arm spread forth like a fishing net, transforming into a misty cloud before him.

The duster’s strands, like steel needles, whistled through the air.

With the most combat experience in the Jianghu, upon seeing the sword light illuminate the hall, he reacted immediately, aiming merely for defense rather than attack, safeguarding himself.

Sure enough, just as his duster spread forward, he felt a chill at his brow, as a Sword Aura approached his skin only to retreat, narrowly avoiding piercing through.

In fact, King Chu Qing responded swiftly as well.

The Coiling Dragon Short Staff in his hand suddenly thrust upwards, akin to raising the heavens, as the air ahead transformed into a quagmire, forming numerous fine ripples.

As the staff lifted skyward, he shouted fiercely, slamming down like a mountain collapsing, with gale-like winds surging and crashing around, revealing a faint figure before him.

Clearly visible, a snow-bright Long Sword was thrust at his chest, its Sword Body creaking under the immense force, just touching three inches before him when the shadow, with man and sword, retreated seven or eight meters, like a ghostly apparition.

Hiss…

A faint sound of tearing cloth was heard.

From the corner of his eye, King Chu Qing noticed a segment of his golden dragon embroidered robe had been blown aside by the gusts, revealing the white inner garment beneath.

At the same time, a trickle of blood seeped from Daoist Lingdu’s brow, slanting down into his left eye…

He dared not blink, focusing intently on the young man in blue robes at the door.

The man’s sword light dazzled brightly; his smile was warm, yet from deep within his eyes, there was a faint detachment.