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”Reporting to the Fourteenth Princess, the betrayer Changyong General's head is here!”
”Good!” Feng Jingfan smiled as she ordered, ”Do it!”
”Yes, ma'am!”
From afar, the sound of shouting and killing could be heard as the smell of blood permeated through the air. Delighted, Feng Jingfan glanced at the two and said mockingly, ”The Changyong Army is now under my command. The leftover 3,000 men of yours must be minced meat by now, how would you two like to die?”
She waved a hand, and from all four corners of the hall, eighteen figures appeared, surrounding Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji completely.
”Even if you die, delay them!” Feng Jingfan screamed. ”Let them hear the dying cries of their subordinates!”
The eighteen men raised their swords, their blades shining brightly in the dim palace hall as they formed a light web.
”This is the ultimate array technique that my Master, Epsilon, left behind. I've taught this to these eighteen men, and they've been training nothing but this technique their whole lives. Even if both of you have the power of the Top Ten, this must stop you!” Feng Jingfan's smile grew even wider as she turned around to pick up the Imperial Decree on the table. Glancing at Feng Xuan, she said, ”Father, let us focus on finishing the decree.”
She actually turned her back on the two of them.
”Cha!”
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Meng Fuyao stood there, straining her ears to listen to the cries outside. Suddenly, she said, ”I think… we really have to leave now.”
Zhangsun Wuji chuckled and said, ”Wherever you go, I'll go.”
When Feng Jingfan heard his words, her face darkened, yet at the same time, there was also a hint of delight.
Retreating is good, retreating one step would mean retreating even more steps, and in the end, she would have a chance to finish them off.
”Reporting to Fourteenth Princess!”
Feng Jingfan turned around suspiciously and said, ”Why haven't you left yet?”
”I've brought several more heads from the Dahan Army!” The man shouted, ”To let King Meng of Dahan see clearly how her men had died! And so that she can also die earlier!”
”How considerate!” Feng Jingfan clapped her hands gleefully. ”Offer them up!”
The man raised his hands and tossed several round objects towards them, shining bloodily as they sailed through the air.
Upon seeing the heads sailing through the air, Meng Fuyao and Zhangsun Wuji exchanged glances and suddenly retreated sideways, jumping onto the highest beam of the palace hall.
Kacha—
Several ”heads” suddenly exploded in midair, some instantly exploding above eighteen people's heads, some shooting out numerous flying needles, some bouncing in midair and unleashing metal ”teeth” and grazing heads as they rolled past.
And one more was directly headed for Feng Jingfan, its shiny, black ”hair” suddenly releasing three golden knives!
Feng Jingfan let out an enraged scream and flipped over the bed frame, but the golden knives continued to home in, following her as she tumbled and dodged from the back of the bed frame to the front, knocking over lamps and running up and down the palace hall. By this point, the bed frame was already utterly destroyed, and bits of wood and candlewax littered her torn dress. She looked truly a sorry sight.
And as for the eighteen men who were focused on setting the array, they did not expect the head to explode on the spot and were instantly killed before they could even scream.
Pa pa pa—
Meng Fuyao stood on the palace roof, clapping in mock-admiration. ”Your Majesty, is this the good show you wanted us to watch? It's truly spectacular!”
”You—” Feng Jingfan suddenly twisted around, ”How could this… how could this happen!”
”Why wouldn't it happen?” The person who replied to her was someone else who had just entered the palace, smiling as he asked, ”Your Highness, when you were trying to create problems in my Changyong Army, did you think about whether the Tang Family was an easy pushover?”
The pretty, child-faced Young Master pointed at Zhangsun Wuji. ”Are you trying to wreak havoc in front of him? Did you think about the reputation that the Crown Prince of Wuji wields?”