Your Majesty - Chapter 83
"A one-on-one duel is nothing, it's just a pity that your sect leader has lost his mind and actually dared to openly assassinate Fairy Sang Chan at the martial arts gathering. Tell me, isn't this deliberately provoking the entire martial arts world? Isn't this going against the entire martial arts world?"
He told a lie in a solemn and sorrowful tone, as if it were a grand lie.
"We, the people of the martial world, though kind-hearted, will never tolerate the Moon Worship Sect's repeated provocations and insults! Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. How could you be so cruel to an innocent and vulnerable woman? Such indiscriminate killing of the innocent—if we don't avenge this, when will we ever get our revenge?"
He stared intently at Pang Wan, as if he wanted to pierce her heart with his eyes.
"When will we get another chance?!"
"When will we get another chance?!"
The authoritative voice echoed through the valley, stirring up a buzz of agreement among the crowd.
Pang Wan looked at him, remaining silent and locked in a stalemate with him.
"How do you know that the person dancing that day was Sang Chan herself?"
"How do you know that the assassination wasn't a carefully planned trap?"
She gazed at the crowd, her shimmering eyes reflecting swirling shadows.
Gu Xi gave her a deep look.
"Because I have witnesses."
He sighed almost imperceptibly, then spoke calmly, a hint of pity in his eyes that only she could understand.
"Chan'er".
He clapped his hands.
With a melodious tinkling of golden bells, a graceful woman slowly emerged from the tent. Dressed in a light white gauze gown, she seemed to be shrouded in mist and smoke, like a fairy descending to earth.
"It is absolutely true that Zuo Huai'an, the leader of the Moon Worship Cult, attempted to assassinate me."
The woman's clear and beautiful voice was like the warbling of a nightingale. She stretched out her jade-like hand, as delicate as a freshly peeled water chestnut, and gently removed the veil from her cheek, revealing a pure and flawless face.
"I have the arrow wound on my shoulder as proof."
She gracefully lifted the left side of her garment, revealing a small, rounded, snow-white shoulder with a prominent pink scar on it.
"I, Sang Chan, have wandered the martial world for ten years, and have never had any grudges against the Moon Worship Sect, yet I have unfortunately encountered this unexpected calamity." The woman sighed, her eyes gradually filling with tears, like rain pattering on green lotus leaves and mist on a lonely mountain, revealing an indescribable desolation. "Fortunately, the Alliance Leader saved me in time. Alas, I am the first to be affected. I wonder which sect or faction will be next?"
The stunning beauty adopted the posture of a victim, effortlessly winning the hearts of all the heroes present.
"Despicable scoundrel!"
"The vicious Moon Worship Cult!"
"Kill these scoundrels!"
Shouts and curses filled the air.
Gu Xi looked at Pang Wan quietly, as if she were watching a bad joke.
You're still a bit too green.
Pang Wan stared at the scene before her, her lips stiff and her expression seemingly strained.
"Young lady, considering your young age and inability to distinguish right from wrong, I advise you to hand over the whereabouts of the cult leader, abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and perhaps you can still be spared from death."
Gu Xi looked at her with gentle elegance, using an impeccable demeanor to entice and coax her, as if victory was within his grasp.
So what if he has a powerful Holy Maiden? With just a wave of his hand, ten Holy Maidens can be reduced to ashes in an instant.
Pang Wan watched him quietly.
Then a bright smile suddenly bloomed on her lips, and the smile grew wider and wider, like a large camellia in full bloom.
Do you think you've won?
No, you are far from it.
She took out a deer antler flute from her bosom, took a deep breath, and put it to her lips.
The deep and melodious sound of the flute resounded through the sky.
Suddenly, a rustling sound arose from the grass and trees, and in just a moment, the entire mountaintop was surrounded by an army that had suddenly appeared. This group of well-trained soldiers numbered at least several thousand, a sea of people surrounding the small hillside, densely packed like dust, arriving with unpredictable force.
"Who dares to act recklessly on the territory of the Prince of Guangling?"
The leading general, mounted on his steed, let out a fierce shout that seemed to shake the mountains and rivers.
"The Prince of Guangling has decreed that anyone who makes any rash moves in Chuyun Mountain shall be executed on the spot without mercy!"
Soldiers clad in armor and wielding feathered arrows aimed a dense array of poisoned arrowheads at the martial artists in the arena; the arrows were nocked and ready to be released.
Kill them without mercy!
Kill them without mercy!
The general's echoes continued, and the martial arts practitioners were stunned by this sudden and drastic change, looking at each other in bewilderment.
"Hahaha!"
Pang Wan put down the deer flute, looked up at the sky, and laughed loudly.
She glanced at the panicked crowd at her feet, her eyes gradually filling with bloodshot veins, as if she had fallen into a demonic path, becoming ferocious and monstrous.