Zhong Liang's eyes grew colder, and the flow of Qi in his body grew faster and faster. Thousands of thoughts appeared in his mind. At the critical moment of exchanging his life, this boy still did not want to escape by using unorthodox methods. Instead, he was afraid that the curved spear would cut through his waist and kill him. Would he only be at ease if he added another blow before he died? Did this boy really not think of the King of Beiliang as some kind of vassal king? Did he really have the determination to die together? Zhong Liang's gaze instantly turned hot, and he was no longer careless. The Gang Qi at the tip of the spear was like a burning charcoal that had been thrown out of a furnace. At the same time that Hsu Fengnian's iron spear swept past Zhong Liang, the demonic breeding head's spear tip, along with the Gang Qi, smashed into the space between Hsu Fengnian's eyebrows. In a flash, even Zhong Liang, who was unparalleled in martial arts, was sent flying thirty feet away. However, he still could not escape unscathed, and a wound deep enough to see bone appeared on his shoulder. Zhong Liang looked at the young man who had crashed into the palace wall. His end was even more miserable than his. He had already thrown away his iron spear, but his saber had also returned to its scabbard. There was a scarlet spot between his eyebrows, and the space between his eyes was a mess of flesh and blood. However, there were red threads like slender red snakes crawling from his sleeves to his arms, then up from his neck, and up from his temples to his eyebrows. It was a terrifying sight. Zhong Liang was clearly somewhat annoyed. He muttered, "His saber technique is a bit like Gu Jiantang's half-baked Thunder of Mind. Could this Dragon Attachment Technique be a human cat's Xuan Xuan?"
Zhong Liang sighed and looked with pity at the new King Liang who had surprised him. "If I had known, I would have put in more effort. Perhaps you could have done better. Unfortunately, there's nothing for me to do now. "
The ruler of Qing Cang, Zhou Junchen, was holed up in the throne room. One hand was propped up against a gold-painted pillar, and the other hand was gripping the dragon jade pendant at his waist. His expression was nervous. He knew that he was only a puppet. The three masters all seemed to grant Qing Cang's requests on the surface, but no one really took him seriously. Zhou Junchen stared at the back of an old man with his hands tucked in his sleeves. The old man was the third master of the house. He was from Nanjiang and was proficient in poisons and witchcraft. Not only was he good at killing and saving people, his methods of torturing people were even more bizarre. Until now, Zhou Junchen had not figured out the exact origins of the three masters. Qing Cang's spies had always existed in name only. It was not that Zhou Junchen did not want to do his best in this area, but that he did not have the power to do so. Qing Cang was struggling at death's door in the middle of several powerful forces. Zhou Junchen had already racked his brains to buy hundreds of sets of armor and military equipment. For a small dynasty in a time of chaos, there were two things that truly measured the power of a country. They were not the training of retainers, the raising of lackeys, or the construction of noble mansions. The first was the practice of training soldiers for a thousand days to use them in a single day. That was, the number of armors the soldiers wore. Training soldiers was a bottomless pit, and using soldiers was even more so. It was fine if they won a battle, but if they lost, they would lose everything. It was very easy to drag down a government that was independent but had an unstable foundation. The second was the collection of military secrets. This was a gold-swallowing Pixiu that consumed a lot of money. Many of the words in the secret letters were exchanged with blood and human lives.
Previously, the head of the spies in the Residence of Dragon King swore that the young vassal king invaded the territory alone and that Beiliang did not have any large-scale military movements. Zhou Junchen's original intention was to sound out the young vassal king before sitting down to enjoy wine and beauties and have a good talk with him. If the young vassal king of the Liyang Dynasty was sincere, Zhou Junchen did not mind being a provincial governor under Beiliang or even a general with real power. If he was not sincere, it would not be too late to shed all pretense of cordiality and kill him. Unfortunately, first, the old man from the Tang Hua Club insisted on using the talisman matrix that was the most expensive item in the Residence of Dragon King. Then, the Third Minister of Offerings and Jiang Heng, the General of the Cavalry Troop, agreed. The Second Minister of Offerings, Liang Zhong, who claimed to be a remnant of the Spring and Autumn Period but spoke with a Beimang accent, chose to stand by and do nothing. This completely ruined Zhou Junchen's wishful thinking. He could only hope that the Hsu Fengnian outside the palace was dead. It would be best if the Beiliang was in turmoil and collapse. Otherwise, he could only flee to the more barren and desolate Western Region with a group of bodyguards. Zhou Junchen sighed and turned back to look at the golden dragon throne. He then turned his head and stood on tiptoe to look at the scenery outside the hall. He was lost in thought. Then, Zhou Junchen felt his scalp tingle. He turned around with difficulty and saw three men and a woman he had never seen before. Two of them were adult men and a pair of young boy and girl. The young boy was a little fat and was rolling around on the spacious dragon throne. He seemed to be enjoying the feeling of rolling on the dragon throne. The young girl was not a beauty either. Her appearance was average. Fortunately, a fair complexion covered all her ugliness. If she was placed in the crowd of beauties and palace maids in the Residence of Dragon King, Zhou Junchen, who was not happy without meat, would not even look at her. The young girl was squatting beside the dragon throne. She opened her mouth and took a big bite, as if to verify whether the dragon throne was made of gold.
Zhou Junchen could ignore this pair of naughty children, but the two men who were about ten years apart in age were intimidating.
The slightly younger man had a majestic figure and was born with a vision of "having eyes but no pupils". It was not accurate to say that he was blind.
A short man dressed in the attire of the Northern Mang Northern Dynasty stood beside the majestic man, leaving Zhou Junchen with a rough side profile. He extended a hand and stroked the dragon throne. His stroke was extremely slow, as if he was yearning and ridiculing.
Zhou Junchen, who was dressed in a yellow dragon robe, swallowed his saliva. He did not even dare to breathe loudly, let alone scold him.
The short man smiled and did not look at Zhou Junchen. He asked softly, "Is this dragon throne bigger or smaller than the one in the Throne Room of Li Yang?"
Zhou Junchen knew a little about the Beimang language and replied cautiously, "It's much smaller."
The man nodded and withdrew his hand that was stroking the dragon throne. He turned to face Zhou Junchen. Half of his face was covered with scars. He rubbed the scars on his face with his thumb.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Junchen remembered a rumor and was shocked. He staggered back a few steps.
When the Northern Liang Cavalry went the furthest north, there was a young military genius from the Northern Mang who was born in the Northern Dynasty's imperial family. He pushed the roaming cavalry's invasion and plundering to the extreme, and with a small number of troops, he beat the two great generals of Li Yang who were still alive on the eastern front until their faces were covered in grime. In the end, he dared to rush to the western front to provide assistance, and had several direct confrontations with the Northern Liang Cavalry that were like a hot knife through butter. Not only did he not fall into a disadvantage, he even had a slight advantage. This continued until he was at a place called Pure Gold, where he was set up by Li Yishan to the point of death. He was entangled by a fatty surnamed Chu who was also adept at lone troops and roaming cavalry. Both sides had three thousand cavalry each. They circled around each other and attacked each other, slaughtering each other for an entire eight hundred li. In the end, this Northern Mang Sect's general did not have a single soldier left, and the one surnamed Chu was not much better off, only having eighty or so cavalry left! That battle to the death that shook the millions of troops on both the eastern and western fronts was not enough to make the final decision, but it was enough to make all the generals sigh in admiration.
At the same time, this ordinary-looking man was the most proper descendant of Beimang. He was the younger brother of Murong Empress from a different mother, Murong Baoding!
Murong Half-faced Buddha was all thanks to the current Beiliang Protector-General Chu Lushan.
This person was not only a great genius in the art of war, he was also fully deserving of the title of martial prodigy. He was not at the Great Vajra Realm, but he was better than the Great Vajra Realm. He had an invincible golden body and was a white-clothed monk comparable to the Two Zen Temples.
Murong Baoding, the head of the Beimang Orange Prefecture, saw Zhou Junchen's cowardice and laughed, "You recognize him?"
Then the short man pointed at the handsome man with no pupils beside him. "You should be afraid of him. He is the leader of the Rouran Three Towns Cavalry, Hong Jingyan."
Hong Jingyan?
Although he had been demoted from the Fourth World to the Sixth World by the Greatest Demon in the World, wasn't the Sixth World still an expert?
Murong Baoding, who was also one of the Top Ten Experts in the World, was also here. What did it mean for the two of them to stand together in the Azure Continent?
Zhou Junchen, who was very afraid of death, already understood that life and death were up to fate. There was only one thought in his mind, "The King of Beiliang outside the hall is dead for sure!"
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