sjar Chapter 438 A critical moment
Chapter 438 A critical moment
What Wei Liang feared was not Lu Wensheng's force, but the truth that was about to come out of his mouth, which was enough to nail him to the pillar of shame! He couldn't let him continue talking!
Lu Wensheng's words were like a poisonous snake, instantly biting Wei Liang's most secret and feared wound.
He seemed to see countless pale and swollen arms in the turbid river reaching out to him, and heard the desperate cries of those drowned in the flood exploding in his ears! A huge fear seized him and almost suffocated him.
Lu Wensheng looked at the approaching soldiers without saying a word. A small knife silently popped out of his wrist guard and fell into his hand, hidden underneath.
His eyes were cold, and his muscles tensed instantly under the rope. His wrist, which was hanging at his side and wrapped in the rope, turned over very covertly, and an ice-cold, thin and sharp blade slid out silently from the secret compartment of the special wrist guard and fell steadily into his clenched palm. The tip of the blade flashed a barely perceptible light in the dim light.
In just a moment, he could cut off the restraints and make the nearby soldiers bleed to death on the spot!
Just as Lu Wensheng’s knuckles exerted force, the blade was about to cut the rope, and the soldier’s hand was about to touch his cheek—
A sharp whistle that tore through the air suddenly sounded! Fast! Accurate! Fierce!
A jet-black eagle-feather arrow, carrying with it cold murderous intent and astonishing precision, shot out from the chaotic crowd beside the altar like a black lightning that cuts through the dark clouds!
The target was not Lu Wensheng, nor those soldiers, but directly at the high platform!
"Crack! Clink!"
With a crisp sound, the arrow accurately shot the twelve-tassel white jade bead crown on Wei Liang's head, which symbolized the supreme imperial power! The luxurious and heavy crown was shot off Wei Liang's head by this arrow!
The crown rolled in the air, and the precious white jade beads scattered like beads with a broken string, and fell on the bluestone altar with a clanging sound, making a crisp and harsh shattering sound.
Wei Liang's carefully combed hair was suddenly blown apart by the wind from the arrow, and a few strands of broken gray hair fluttered messily on the side of Wei Liang's horrified face.
"what--!!!"
Wei Liang's scream was stuck in his throat, turning into a short, fear-filled gasp.
The sudden fatal attack scared Wei Liang to death! The imperial majesty, the rage towards Lu Wensheng, and even the knowledge of the constraints of the formation were all overwhelmed by the most primitive fear of death at this moment.
He felt his scalp tingling and his heart and liver bursting! He screamed and subconsciously held his head with both hands, and his body fell backwards violently due to the huge recoil!
“Ah——!! Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!!”
The heavy gilded throne, along with the limp emperor on it, was actually overturned by his backward force, amid the maids' shrill screams!
The heavy wood hit the altar stone slab, making a dull thud.
Wei Liang was like a turtle with its shell turned upside down, pressed upside down under the back of a chair, trapped on the ground in a miserable state. The hem of his dragon robe was lifted up high, revealing the bright yellow underpants underneath. His crown and clothes were disheveled, and he looked like a frightened beetle with its legs up in the air. He was in such a miserable state that he didn't look like a monarch at all.
"There are assassins!!"
"Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor quickly!!"
The originally solemn altar suddenly exploded! Sharp shouts, terrified screams, chaotic footsteps, the clanging of weapons being unsheathed... all kinds of sounds mixed together, like a boiling oil pan!
The imperial guards surrounding Lu Wensheng, how could they care about Lu Wensheng at this moment? The emperor's life was the most important thing! They were like startled wasps, and immediately abandoned Lu Wensheng.
They all swarmed towards the throne on the high platform in panic like headless flies, trying frantically to help the emperor up, forming a human wall with their bodies, and waving their weapons in chaos, trying to block the second arrow that came from nowhere.
The officials under the altar were in even greater chaos, with screams, shoving, and trampling sounds everywhere.
The nobles no longer cared about their dignity. Some of them ran for cover, some turned around in panic, and some of them collapsed to the ground, crying.
Even Li Qinghuan and Xiao Yan were swept up in the crowd, their faces filled with shock and confusion.
The sacrificial scene, which had been solemn and depressing just now, instantly turned into a chaotic farce.
There was suddenly no one around Lu Wensheng.
Where did this warrior come from, and why is his aim so good?
The sudden change also made Lu Wensheng slightly startled. He quietly put the blade tightly grasped in his sleeve back into the secret compartment, and his tense body relaxed a little.
He did not take the opportunity to break free from the rope. Instead, he remained kneeling on one knee, looking in the direction where the arrow came from.
At the edge of the chaotic crowd, a tall figure stood out, looking out of place.
It’s Ji Yanli!
He had changed into a neat suit without knowing when, and a half-worn black cape on the outside, with his long hair tied up high, revealing his well-defined profile.
At this moment, he was maintaining the posture of drawing the bow, with no ripples on his tough and calm face, and his eyes were like a cold pond or an ancient well, deep and focused.
The bow was as strong as a full moon, and the bowstring was stretched tight between his fingers like a harp string. A white feather arrow flashing with a frightening cold light was firmly on the bowstring, and the arrowhead was slightly raised, locking onto the direction of the high platform from a distance.
The arrow on the string flashed a heart-pounding, deadly cold light against the chaotic background of the altar and the leaden sky.
Next to him, another person's movements were even more clean and efficient.
Qin Xiao took advantage of the chaos and quietly approached the official who had just been pretending to be powerful and wanted Lu Wensheng to kneel down, but was now looking around in panic, like a ghost.
With lightning speed, he struck the official's neck silently with a precise and powerful blow.
The official didn't even make a sound, and collapsed straight down like mud with its bones pulled out.
Qin Xiao had a blank expression on his face. He lifted the official's collar with one hand as if he was carrying a bag of garbage, and easily dragged his heavy body to the center of the chaos. His movements were smooth and flowing, revealing the coldness and efficiency of a veteran.
Lu Wensheng looked at these two old friends who appeared like gods descending from the sky, especially Ji Yanli's stunning arrow. His tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, and a hint of surprise and warmth flashed in his eyes that was difficult to conceal.
"Brother Lu!"
Although the familiar voice was soft, it clearly penetrated Lu Wensheng's ears.
Chen Bangyan appeared from somewhere, his face was covered with dust, making him look a little dirty, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, and Xie Qingwu was standing next to him.
Xie Qingwu turned his face away and muttered something, while Chen Bangyan waved vigorously at Lu Wensheng not far behind Ji Yanli and Qin Xiao, winking and with a smug look on his face that "the plan was successful" - obviously, he had contributed to this precise chaos.