Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 169: Your Highness, don't run away, this servant will escort you home in monk's robes.

Xin Zhuo's words were logical and deeply moving. The crowd was genuinely puzzled about what secrets this young man possessed, and the more they thought about it, the more they found it strange.

What was even more crucial was that this person, who was only at the fifth rank, had already discarded his weapon and came over with bare arms to face five opponents. People couldn't figure out what conspiracy or trick he still had up his sleeve.

As a result, their vigilance was slowly replaced by curiosity.

Even a thought of seizing this rare opportunity arose.

They saw Xin Zhuo already in front of them, trembling hands, not immediately revealing what was inside the package, but gritting his teeth and saying, "Let me make it clear first, you must give me a fair fight. My ancestors and I have been thieves for generations, and we have long been at odds with the court. If we fall into the hands of the court, we will undoubtedly face a typical and cruel execution! If you don't agree, I will bite and swallow it, and I won't let you have it!"

By the end, he was already gritting his teeth, tears streaming down his face.

This heart-wrenching and miserable appearance further convinced the listeners.

Master Ku Jing, Zhao Ling, and the others were slightly moved. "Rest assured, we will give you a clean and decisive fight."

This was also the implied order from the Town Martial Bureau, to directly kill without leaving any survivors.

"Very well!"

Xin Zhuo continued to tremble, slowly opening the oiled paper package, and then took out a paper talisman. While the five people were bowing their heads to carefully observe, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his lips. "Bang!"

He forcefully crushed the meticulously studied patterns.

With this "bang" sound!

The paper talisman indeed made a "bang" sound, and a light mist instantly emerged, transforming into a large cloud of mist. Within the mist, swords, spears, and halberds flickered, and figures danced in chaos.

A terrifying and extraordinary scene suddenly appeared.

Even though Master Ku Jing and Zhao Ling had already been on guard when Xin Zhuo uttered the word "bang," they were still a step too slow due to their concentrated attention.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The various weapons in the mist cut through the clothes and skin of the five people, carrying inexplicable and strange auras, directly targeting their meridians.

"Plop, plop, plop..."

Intense sensations of being heavily injured struck, and the five people couldn't help but cough up blood. They fell heavily into the grass and mud, their bodies instantly numb and sore, alternating between cold and hot, their heads buzzing, suffering in agony.

This scoundrel... Where did he get a Venerable talisman? With a Venerable as his backer, why would the Town Martial Bureau need to kill him?

Is this kid still human, using a talisman as a secret ambush?

The five of them struggled to prop themselves up with their arms. Their already exhausted bodies had no strength left, and they looked at the malicious young man with resentment, their pupils shrinking.

They saw that Xin Zhuo's face no longer showed any signs of fatigue. His fingers moved lightly, and eight weapons shimmering with red and white colors appeared, a spear made of True Qi entwined with frost and lightning, ignoring the swirling rain.

This was the characteristic of a Half-step Small Great Master!

When did he step into the Half-step Small Great Master realm?

Eight weapons condensed from True Qi, True Qi that they couldn't understand!

Eight weapons!

Ordinary Half-step Small Great Masters could only condense three weapons made of True Qi, exceptional ones could have four, monstrous talents could have five, and it was rumored that geniuses with astonishing talent could condense six!

The number of True Qi weapons condensed by a Half-step Small Great Master completely represented the terrifyingness and future of their cultivation method, as well as the transformation of the Five Elements in the "Yuan Chen Palace"!

The more True Qi weapons condensed, the greater the power of the "lifebound spirit weapon" forged when stepping into the Small Great Master realm. In the future, whether it was a Half-step Grand Great Master, Grand Great Master, or even a Venerable of any size, the power would become more terrifying!

What did the eight weapons mean?

"After chasing me for so long, I am not talented. Now I will send you all on your way!"

Xin Zhuo waved his hand as if he was about to kill the five people. At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from below the mountain, rumbling and echoing. Hundreds of golden-armored cavalrymen, carrying an overwhelming aura of killing intent, came charging.

The woman at the forefront, her long hair flying, had already leaped onto the back of a horse in mid-air. Then, like a startled swan, she swiftly approached, emitting a terrifying aura that made the rain in the sky continuously swirl. Her momentum was powerful and fierce, already surpassing the realm of a Practitioner.

Zhao Ling and the others exchanged glances, their eyes showing joy. Reinforcements had arrived!

However, Xin Zhuo's scalp went numb. The martial realm of the incoming person was too high for him to comprehend, and they were cavalry troops!

He turned and tried to escape.

At this moment, the woman in the air spoke in a cold and indifferent voice, tinged with a strange excitement, "Your Highness!"

"Your Highness?" Zhao Ling and the others on the ground looked at each other in confusion.

"Ten sons? Persimmons? Lions?"

Xin Zhuo couldn't understand at all what this code meant. But he was certain that the imperial court wanted to kill him, so he wouldn't fall for any tricks.

He leaped off the edge of the mountain and jumped into the raging river below, swollen from heavy rain.

Chanyi, who had just arrived at the mountain, saw Xin Zhuo jump and her eyes filled with shock. "Prince, don't run! I am Chanyi, your servant. I will take you home!"

Unfortunately, there was no trace of him in the swift current of the river.

Chanyi furrowed her brows and swiftly dashed towards the river below the cliff.

General Sheng Lingge, the commander of the Iron Floating Guards, arrived a step too late, carrying the Azure Dragon longsword. He stomped on the mountain rocks, making a loud noise, and looked anxiously at the river.

Zhao Ling, who had finally caught his breath, asked anxiously, "General, where did you come from?"

Sheng Lingge turned abruptly, his face filled with the murderous aura of the battlefield, and counter-questioned, "Did you all injure him?"

"Does he look injured?"

Master Kujing sighed bitterly and chanted a Buddhist mantra. "May I ask, General, did the prince call for Xin Zhuo?"

"Why wouldn't he?"

Sheng Lingge asked sternly, "Xin Zhuo is the legitimate grandson of the Jiang family, the crown prince of Xiqin County, and the retrieval order from the Zhenwu Division. Haven't you received it?"

Master Kujing and Zhao Ling exchanged glances, vaguely understanding something. They closed their eyes and lay down in resignation.

Tired, let it be destroyed.

Of course, they couldn't express such strange words, but that was their true intention. They were physically and mentally exhausted.

...

Xin Zhuo had been on the run for another half month!

He ran desperately, using all his strength to escape!

He dared to deceive Zhao Ling and the others, but he didn't dare to deceive the people behind them. That woman, who could fly in the sky for a long time with a single leap, and that general who stomped on the ground like an explosion, were both too extraordinary. He couldn't defeat them and didn't dare to go in circles!

Not to mention the hundreds of strange cavalrymen chasing after him!

No matter how he tried to escape, these people relentlessly pursued him, but strangely, they didn't kill him cleanly!

That woman's "elite soldiers" could easily take his head from several miles away, but she hadn't used them. He didn't know what she was planning!

He had nowhere to go, so naturally, he ran towards the direction of Fufeng Mansion, the place he was most familiar with. Master Kujing had guessed this correctly.

He first went to the top of Fulong Mountain and looked at the ruined camp and graves.

The pursuers caught up to him at the foot of the mountain, so he had to detour to Shuiyue Temple, then take the mountain path down and head straight for Fufeng Mansion.

As long as he left Fufeng Mansion and headed east, he would reach the Dongyi Kingdom. They probably wouldn't dare to chase him anymore, as it would easily cause a misunderstanding with the Dongyi Kingdom.

Xin Zhuo could already see the city of Fufeng.

At this moment, Sheng Lingge had almost caught up to Chanyi. His face showed signs of exhaustion. "Chanyi Great Master, why don't we capture the prince and explain the reason?"

Chanyi glanced at him coldly. "He seems to be a resolute person. If we push him too hard and something unexpected happens, we will be blamed. Let's wait until he is exhausted."

Sheng Lingge looked at the figure in front of him, who was constantly leaping, and indeed, his agility was impressive. But it had already been more than ten days. When would he become exhausted?

Two more days passed.

Xin Zhuo stumbled into Fufeng City. He realized that he was completely exhausted and couldn't muster the strength to run anymore, let alone fight!

After running for over a month, even an iron man couldn't endure it!

Then, when it rains, it pours. He suddenly saw many people.

Murong Zhe, Yuan Haozong, and four other clan leaders, along with Murong Lei, Chen Guiyan, and the crippled Song Dongxi, among hundreds of other young disciples, blocked all directions. Countless commoners surrounded them!

Even the prefect, Su Xingming, brought his constables, Chen Jing, and Yuan Mo'er, and looked at him coldly.

It seemed like they were ready to capture him.

"Xin Zhuo! This path is blocked!"

Yuan Haozong's mouth curled into a sinister smile, feeling the satisfaction of avenging a great hatred or the pleasure of a smooth mood.

There is no draft. I can't save so many chapters every day. I still have one more chapter before dawn. I have been typing continuously for fifteen hours, working harder than you do at work. I'm a bit in a nervous state... Can you praise me a little?