Lu Ping and the others were not close to the north exit. At this distance, only Zhong Qian, who was an archer and had practiced the Spirit of Charge, had the eyesight to see clearly. Lu Ping and the others could only see the north exit. After Zhong Qian shot Wei Kang's head, it quickly became lively. Zhong Qian's expression showed that he was quite satisfied with this result.
But suddenly, Zhong Qian's expression became extremely frightening. Before anyone could ask, he had already drawn his bow and shot an arrow.
The arrow was like a shooting star, piercing through the air and piercing through the clouds. This arrow was very different from Zhong Qian's swift and silent assassination arrows that Lu Ping and the others had seen several times. A large flock of birds fluttered away from the branches and leaves under their feet because of the momentum of this arrow, completely exposing their hiding place.
Zhong Qian did not care.
They, Nightingale, wanted to bring hope to the people, but in front of him, the hope that the mountain people had just ignited was instantly and cruelly suppressed by the Castellan's Mansion. He could not help but think of what Lu Ping had said to him not long ago: unrealized hope would only bring deeper despair.
He did not know how a teenager could have such a deep understanding of despair, but just now, he seemed to have seen the deeper despair that Lu Ping had mentioned on the faces of the mountain people who were sad and depressed.
This was not what Nightingale expected, nor was it what Zhong Qian wanted to bring to the people.
So he made a move, without hiding, even at the expense of exposing his group.
He wanted the mountain people to know that they did not need to be so desperate, because he and Nightingale had been fighting very hard for everyone.
This arrow was not an assassination arrow. Zhong Qian wanted to use this momentum to convey hope to the people.
The whistling sound of the arrow piercing through the air attracted everyone's ears. Everyone could not help but look up into the air and saw the arrow flying straight towards them. For a moment, everyone's eyes lit up, and everyone's expectations were rekindled.
But the distance was really too far. Even if the power was not reduced. For Wei Meng, there was enough time to respond. He was still standing on the huge rock at the north exit. He dodged the arrow. He effortlessly made the arrow miss. Then he twisted his right arm and swung it.
Ka!
Everyone heard this hair-raising sound, and then they saw blood splattering in the air. That pitiful aborigine was actually beheaded by Wei Meng with a piece of cloth.
"Hah!" Wei Meng shouted, and the cloth strip flew out of his hand. Just like that, the head flew out in the direction the arrow came from, straight towards the place where the flock of startled birds in the mountains was located.
All the eyes that had lit up dimmed in an instant, replaced by an even deeper fear. Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to have any expectations. They just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. Wei Meng, on the other hand, remained motionless on the boulder at the north exit. He knew that his opponent was definitely looking at him and could see him clearly. He was just very regretful. With his eyesight, he couldn't see his opponent clearly. He really wanted to see his opponent's expression after receiving his gift.
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The head rolled over and finally landed at Zhong Qian's feet.
The others didn't know exactly what had happened, but after seeing the flying head, they could more or less guess what had happened.
Su Tang had already turned his back, as he couldn't bear to watch. Lu Ping and the rest were all looking at Zhong Qian.
Zhong Qian's expression was a little desolate. He lowered his head and looked at the head at his feet. The eyes that had died with everlasting regret were looking right at him. There was pain, fear, and despair in those eyes. The only thing they couldn't see was the so-called "hope" that Zhong Qian had always hoped to bring to the people.
If you don't have the ability to help people realize their hopes, then don't give them hope.
Zhong Qian suddenly remembered what Lu Ping, the little devil in his eyes, had said. He had never thought of this, but today, he was doing what he had done many times in the past three years. But because of this interlude, he suddenly had a very deep feeling.
Did he really have the ability to bring so-called hope to the people?
If he did, then what was going on now? Could it be that the hope that he had brought to the people would never come, only deeper despair?
"Damn it!" Zhong Qian suddenly cursed. He turned around and punched the tough tree trunk. His fist was obviously not as sharp as his arrow. Blood quickly seeped through the gaps between his fingers and dyed the tree trunk red.
If he really had the ability, then he wouldn't have to hide so far away.
If he really had the ability, then that arrow should have killed Wei Meng. The people who should have fallen into panic and despair should have been the people from the City Lord's Mansion.
If he really had the ability, then there shouldn't have been such innocent mountain people sacrificed for nothing.
"Become stronger." Suddenly, someone said in his ear.
Zhong Qian turned his head and saw Lu Ping.
That face that still looked childish was always as resolute as a rock. It seemed like there was nothing that could move him. He would always calmly say some unsophisticated words that no one could refute.
Become stronger.
How could Zhong Qian not understand this? Why would he need someone to remind him? He had never stopped cultivating to become stronger.
But even with such nonsense, Lu Ping still said it seriously, as if Zhong Qian didn't know.
Of course, Zhong Qian's answer could only be one.
"Yes." He nodded. "Become stronger!"
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Xiabong Castellan.
The news of Wei Kang's death had finally arrived.
No matter how quickly Wei Meng had settled the riot at the north exit, Wei Kang's death was still an extremely heavy blow to the City Lord's Mansion and Wei Zhong.
The operation targeting Lu Ping and his companions had started less than three hours ago, and Wei Bao's ankles were broken and he had to be carried back. Wei Kang only had his head left. The family guards and secret agents who had been killed were also killed. A few youths from the Academy had actually caused such a heavy blow to the City Lord's Mansion. This was something that Wei Zhong had never suffered since he took over as the City Lord.
Wei Zhong finally couldn't sit still anymore. He could no longer wait in the meeting hall for news from all sides.
The oldest and most experienced Wei Zhong was dead.
The smartest and most scheming Wei Ming was dead.
The most reliable and trustworthy Wei Kang was also dead.
Wei Zhong didn't want to, but he had to admit that he was a little uneasy.
A few brats that they had never taken seriously could actually cause so many casualties to them. Were these brats really as simple as the intelligence showed them to be? Did they really not have any powerful background? And Zhenfeng College was such a crouching tiger and hidden dragon. What secrets did it have?
Wei Zhong didn't want to wait any longer.
He valued efficiency, so he naturally had to adopt an efficient method. He decided to see for himself.
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