Although the war in the southwest had ended, maintaining the peace after the war was the most important thing. But when these last words were spoken, the summit fell silent. Everyone turned to Wang Chong.
The chaos of the southwest still existed, as did the threat of Duan Gequan and Dalun Ruozan.
If there was one person who could stabilize the southwest, pacify the hearts of the people, and at the same time intimidate the ambitions of Ouzan and Mengshe Zhao … This person was not Wang Yan, nor was it Xianyu Zhongtong, but the seventeen-year-old Wang Chong.
Not even Wang Chong or Xianyu Zhongtong could deny this.
"Generals, you are too kind."
Wang Chong's eyes widened. He had been listening to their discussion from the outside, and he had not expected that the 'flames of war' would burn him.
"But all of you, be at ease. Before His Highness The King of Song arrives, I will not leave this place."
Seeing the expectant gazes of the crowd, Wang Chong suddenly realized that he had unwittingly gained such an important position in their hearts. Everyone was treating him as the pillar that stabilized the southwest.
"Wonderful, with Young Master here …"
The crowd rejoiced at Wang Chong's words, and one of the generals couldn't help but shout in excitement.
"Buzz!"
Wang Chong opened his mouth and was just about to say something when Wang Chong's eyes widened and an unprecedented sense of extreme danger surged in his heart.
This sense of danger was so intense that Wang Chong felt his scalp go numb and goosebumps rise all over his body. It felt like he had fallen from a scorching summer day into an icehouse.
"What is this?"
Wang Chong was stunned. At that moment, he could smell the thick stench of death.
Not even in the entire war of the southwest had he felt such a terrifying pressure.
"Buzz!"
This thought had just run through Wang Chong's mind, and the Southwestern generals before him still had the same expression on their faces, not having noticed anything. But a moment later, Wang Chong felt a dark shadow envelop him, the aura of death multiplying.
"Not good!"
Wang Chong's expression changed drastically. In the blink of an eye, he leaped to the side. In the next instant, a strange, pitch-black arrow that Wang Chong had never seen before brushed past Wang Chong's ear by a hair's breadth.
At that moment, Wang Chong had never felt so close to death.
Boom!
A huge shockwave traveled into his ears, and in that instant, time seemed to have stopped. Wang Chong turned his head and saw an unforgettable sight. A black arrow that Wang Chong had never seen before had plunged into Luoji's chest several dozen zhang away.
Luoji's mouth was wide open, his eyes brimming with disbelief. Around him, the generals of the southwest stared in shock at the arrow, their faces pale.
Sudden!
Too sudden!
No one had expected something like this to happen even after the southwest war was over.
"Who is it? Who is it!! "
The first to rush to the side was Lin Wushou, his arms wrapped around Luoji, his expression savage.
Buzz! Wang Chong's pupils constricted as he turned in the direction the arrow had come from. But the area for several dozen li around him was empty, with no one to be seen.
Impossible!
With a thought, Wang Chong raised his head to the horizon. At that moment, Wang Chong could faintly make out a faint black silhouette on the horizon. But it only took a moment for it to vanish without a trace.
"Luoji! … "
A cry of pain came from behind him. Wang Chong's heart chilled as he turned his head and saw a bizarre sight. Luoji's body had quickly turned pitch-black, his body also becoming incredibly stiff. Pop!
Pa, in the space of a single breath, Luo Ji, who had been fighting valiantly on the battlefield just a moment ago, suddenly exploded like a black glass statue, shattering into pieces on the ground.
Even those fragments were being corroded by some invisible energy, quickly carbonizing and ultimately turning into dust.
All the generals of the southwest were dumbstruck by this sight.
And Wang Chong's heart was as cold as ice.
Because this arrow had been aimed at him.
If he hadn't reacted quickly and sensed the danger ahead of time, he would have been the one lying on the ground and turning into ashes.
"Bastard! Just who is it? "
Furious roars rose from the mountain as countless generals leaped down from the mountain and charged in the direction the arrow had come from.
On the other end, even the nearby recuperating Wang Yan and Xianyu Zhongtong were alarmed. In just a few seconds, they had vanished into the distance.
"Luoji, Luoji!!"
The most agitated and hateful of all was Lin Wushou. The two of them had been good friends in the Annam Protectorate, and they had even experienced the bitter war of the southwest together.
No one had expected Luoji to die here!
"Who?! Just who is it?! "
"Too despicable! Is it Mengshe Zhao or Ouzan!! "
"They can't win on the battlefield, so they resorted to this sort of method!"
… …
The generals of the southwest returned. Unable to find their target at the base of the mountain, they returned to the mountain. When they saw Luoji's wretched state, they were both shocked and furious. As a fellow general of the southwest, they could empathize with Luoji's fate.
"Too shameless! Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan must pay the price! "
Although they hadn't seen who the assassin was, there was no doubt that if it wasn't Mengshe Zhao, it had to be one of Ouzan's men. At a time like this, only they had the chance to do this!
"It wasn't them!"
At some point, Wang Chong suddenly spoke. His eyes narrowed, exuding a cold light.
"They've already lost the war of the southwest. Killing Luoji or one or two random people won't change this fact. Given Dalun Ruozan's personality, he would never stoop so low as to do such a thing. As for Mengshe Zhao … Gelofeng's fate is unknown, and Duan Gequan isn't in the mood to do such a thing, so there's no one else who could do it.
"In addition, all of you should look around. The entire mountain range is surrounded by our soldiers. How could the Mengshe – Ü-Tsang army hide here and kill someone? "
Wang Chong's voice was very cold!
Very, very cold!
There was no doubt that Luoji had died in his place. Wang Chong had never imagined that he would encounter such a thing at the final moments of the war.
"But Young Master, if it wasn't Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan's men, who else would do such a thing?
"And what's with that arrow? That was what everyone had seen! Could it have been pulled out of thin air? "
… …
Several of the generals said with bloodshot eyes. Even though they were all excited, they still maintained a considerable amount of respect for Wang Chong. If it hadn't been Wang Chong and someone else, the result would have been completely different.
"It's precisely because of this arrow that I say that it wasn't Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan's men!"
As Wang Chong spoke, he suddenly took two steps forward and bent down. From Luoji's ashes, he picked up that pitch-black arrow that had pierced through Luoji and stabbed into the ground.
The arrowhead of the arrow was gone, leaving behind only the black tail of the arrow. It was an extremely bizarre sight.
When they thought of Luoji's miserable state, all of them shivered.
"Ouzan doesn't have such formidable archery skills, and Mengshe Zhao's archery skills all came from the Central Plains. Just the two of them alone wouldn't have been able to forge an arrow of this level! If they really had this ability, the situation today would have been completely different. "
Wang Chong said.
He stared at the arrow in his hand and carefully examined it. In Wang Chong's entire life, he had never seen an arrow of this level. Even though only the tail of the arrow was left, the terrifying and pure destructive power contained within made even Wang Chong feel apprehensive when he held it in his hand.
Not only that, the body and tail of the arrow, as well as the extremely concise and clear curves that secretly conformed to the laws of heaven and earth … Even the most formidable blacksmith clan in the capital wouldn't be able to forge such an arrow.
The craftsmanship behind the extreme curves surpassed any arrow that Wang Chong had ever seen. It had reached the level of uncanny craftsmanship.
This wasn't something that an ordinary person could forge!
Moreover, when his gaze swept past a mark on the body of the arrow, Wang Chong's heart trembled and he didn't continue speaking.
On the other side, the crowd fell silent.
Indeed, in terms of craftsmanship, the Central Plains' Tang Dynasty was truly unrivaled. Given Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan's abilities, if they could really forge such a terrifying black arrow, then on the battlefield today, they would probably have to face a fearsome archer army.
"But gongzi, if it wasn't Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan, who could it be?"
A general couldn't help but ask.
Even though Wang Chong's words made sense, it was a clear fact that Luoji had been killed. If it wasn't Mengshe Zhao and Ouzan, then who was it that was trying to assassinate him? What was the point of assassinating him?
Isn't this too absurd and preposterous?
Wang Chong didn't say anything, but in his mind, he vaguely saw that black silhouette on the horizon at the very last moment. He was sure that this mysterious black arrow had not been fired from anywhere within ten li of him.
Because it was simply impossible for someone to fire this arrow from ten li away from the Tang Dynasty's army without being noticed.
But if it really was as he imagined, that distance … then the opponent's strength was far too terrifying!
Hiss!
Wang Chong took in a deep breath and stopped thinking about it.
If the black arrow hadn't been fired by Dalun Ruozan or Duan Gequan, then it could only have been fired by a third party. Why would they do this, and why would they choose this moment?
More importantly, why was it him?
… …
For a moment, Wang Chong felt like the entire war of the southwest was shrouded in fog. Besides Ouzan and Mengshe Zhao, there seemed to be something else he didn't know about.
"Leave this matter to me. No matter what, I will definitely find a way to find out who shot this arrow!"
Wang Chong gripped the arrow in his right hand and suddenly tightened his grip.
… …
In the final moments of the war of the southwest, Luoji had died to a mysterious black arrow. No one had expected this. But only a scant few people knew of this matter. Not even the vast majority of the Annam Protectorate soldiers knew of it, much less anyone else.
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