Chapter 29: Assassination

At that moment, Prime Minister Li Changshu suddenly stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, Lord Tang has worked tirelessly for you, exerting himself to the utmost!"

"Whenever I witness Lord Tang pouring his heart and soul into his duties, I am filled with shame, feeling utterly inferior."

"Though there are officials who are corrupt and dishonest, yet—"

A flash of sword light, and the thirty riders charging forward were instantly transformed into headless corpses. Columns of blood shot skyward from their necks, the gruesome spectacle eliciting terrified screams from Julie and the others.

After the previous training and participation in warfare, these archers had matured considerably. Though traces of their inexperience remained visible, their attacks had become flawless, and their firing speed had obviously increased, now reaching a rate of eleven arrows per minute.

Lin Feng, experimenting with his skills, had managed to kill only one bandit; Number One, however, dispatched far more. She followed orders without mercy or wasted words, her efficiency far surpassing Lin Feng’s.

All of this was accomplished in the blink of an eye, taking only a few seconds. By the time everyone recovered from the shock, Wang Kun was barely clinging to life.

With a thunderous crash, the wooden door exploded. From the last room guarded by the demon legion, a lone figure strode forth.

Even disregarding the inflation caused by the war, and considering the prewar exchange rate between gold and silver coins, this batch of gold was worth two million silver coins—or the equivalent amount in fiat currency when used at a one-to-one ratio.

Since the creation of the Heartless Cannon, the Red Army had never regarded it as a decisive weapon; it was merely used for clearing obstacles. Before the assault, thousands of cannons would fire simultaneously, destroying the barbed wire, wooden barriers, and land mines at the front lines, opening a path for infantry to charge.

Watching the retreating figure, Wang Canfeng’s eyes brimmed with hatred, his teeth biting so hard blood seeped from his gums. He swore to himself that he would kill Tang Chen.

Upon hearing those words again, Xintong was already sobbing, her tears streaming like a rain-soaked pear blossom. "Yaya," she pleaded with Su Hao, her tone nearly begging.

Blood Dance persisted in her opinion, continuing to advise, "Though I can’t yet fathom the real reason why Yandu Demon withdrew his forces from Jiang Town, I trust my intuition—this matter is far more complicated than he claims." Blood Dance glanced at Qin Ren, which provoked another round of scolding from him.

Suddenly remembering that she was no longer even a student at this school, she realized she was no longer vice president either.

Had she truly lost her mind? No matter what, her gaze lingered unconsciously on him.

Qiao Weiya felt this man was breaking all the rules, for he had genuinely managed to captivate her.

Her cultivation wasn’t too poor; leaving the Mo family didn’t mean she couldn’t survive. From now on, she would live the life she wanted.

Since meeting Ling Muchen and being with him, she had given her heart to him, never considering being with another man.

Having finally encountered some people, Huang Wuye didn’t want to see them perish beneath the claws of those spirit beasts.

She had treated the young man’s wounds and lived with him for a while; it seemed he was an illegitimate son of the Morton family’s head. Yet that child was called Ayu, while this one was named Luo Jun.

She vaguely sensed that from beginning to end, she had been playing a solo act. Yet, no matter how lonely, she would see the performance through to the end.

She had previously thought Yun Jinyao’s delicate appearance hid a violent side, and now, the whole group was a bit Spartan.

If only they knew that the peerless swordsman who had made a name for himself across the Three Realms was called Dog Egg Number Two, and that Zhu Chenhuan had given him the name, they would understand the Crown Prince’s talent for naming.

No gestures, no loud voices—just enough for anyone within a three-meter radius to hear clearly.