Chapter 144

The person in front of him was like someone's demon, holding a treasure sword in hand, half-crouched in front of Wu Wang, grabbed his hair with one hand, and lifted his head.

"I'm asking you a question, answer me!"

Wu Wang had already been frightened stupid, his body trembling like sifting chaff, how could he answer Feng Yan's words?

He opened his mouth, his mouth shape moving, that meaning seemed to be hoping Feng Yan would spare his life.

Feng Yan didn't think much, raised the sword in his hand, looking at the fearful Wu Wang, preparing to kill him with one strike.

"In that case, it can be considered the end of a matter." Feng Yan thought, and the sword in his hand chopped down fiercely!

Crack!

This sword directly chopped Wu Wang's head, the Black Sword directly shattered his skull, instantly brain matter burst, blood flowing straight.

Feng Yan was also nauseated by the scene before him, turned and vomited.

After feeling his condition improve somewhat, he slowly got up, weakly pulled open the prison door, and slowly dragged his body out of the prison.

Feng Yan moved slowly, dragging his fatigued body, leaning on the prison's pillar.

Feng Yan clearly understood that when he was unconscious, someone must have given him drugs or something; otherwise his body couldn't be so weak, his head was dizzy and heavy, almost ready to collapse at any moment.

Killing Wu Wang almost exhausted all of his strength.

"Hah!" Feng Yan sighed, looked around, gave a bitter smile, and said: "Good thing no one came over, otherwise with this body, could he really defeat them?"

Feng Yan moved with difficulty here, each step his body felt like a weight of a thousand jin, as if carrying a great mountain.

"Sigh." Feng Yan flopped, leaning against the outside of the prison, and didn't move anymore.

Then he lightly rolled up his sleeves, raised them before his eyes, and through the prison's pallid moonlight, Feng Yan smiled again.

Immediately after, Feng Yan heard a hurried footsteps sound nearby, he lowered his arm, turned his head, and saw pursuers approaching step by step.

"Over there! Quick, he can't run away!"

Hearing someone shout, a group of people saw Feng Yan and immediately swarmed over, surrounding him.

"Pretty good, you all." Feng Yan looked at the group before him, fearless, his eyes dull as he stared ahead.

"Lord Wu Wang, he's dead!"

"Kill him!"

A group shouted, simultaneously raising their weapons, Feng Yan also knew he had reached the end of his life.

Feng Yan slowly closed his eyes, waiting for this moment to arrive.

But suddenly a picture appeared in his mind: a girl smiled at him, then after withstanding an attack she kept rolling, finally turning into a scroll.

That was——the scroll he carried on his body!

"Can't, just end like this!" Feng Yan opened his eyes and shouted loudly, then his head was struck by a wooden stick held by someone.

Only heard a thud, the wooden stick directly hit Feng Yan's head, at that moment red blood flowed down his head, the corner of his eye carrying some blood to the side of his pupil.

This bunch's beating was unclear, Feng Yan at that moment saw stars, and the still objects before his eyes began to grow darker and darker...

"Looks like, I can only get this far..." Feng Yan said helplessly, his voice very soft, only he himself could hear.

"Feng Yan!"

"Feng Yan."

"Feng Yan..."

Suddenly various tones of someone calling his name appeared in his mind, Feng Yan stood in place, looking at the darkness before him slowly revealing colors again, like a rotating lantern.

He saw himself being betrayed, chatting and laughing with another girl, a friend's consolation; seeing this, Feng Yan smiled.

"As it turns out," Feng Yan looked relieved at the scene before him, step by step approached one of the girls, gently held her hand, and rather humorously asked: "Miss, can we be together?"

Seeing Feng Yan's smile, the group of people standing beside him were utterly incomprehending, preparing to strike again, but were held back by their companions.

That person said: "He's already like this, he can't stir up any big waves."

The companions put away their weapons and left together with their fellow companions.

"Ah, it hurts so much." Feng Yan touched his head and found some sticky stuff on his hand.

"Just woke up, Chen Hao, Wang Tingwan, Yang Xin, and... Forget-worry." Feng Yan suddenly felt sorrowful.

Memories surfaced one after another in his mind, Feng Yan's head buzzed, feeling like his head would explode, but at that moment a dark red light appeared in the prison, Feng Yan grew a hand, and that sword flew over.

Feng Yan gently stroked the sword blade, carefully sensing the hidden energy within the blade, and at that moment his heart also gave a boom, and he saw the vision.

Blood-red maple forest, a war god with body and head separated, a soldier god prayed to by later generations for victory in defeat, seemed to be within that sword.

"Child, you, finally came back." Suddenly a low sound appeared in Feng Yan's heart, his heart made a thumping sound, as if breaking free of some shackle.

"Mm, yeah." Feng Yan struggled to stand up, his whole body's strength leaning on the sword, but eventually with a flop he fell to the ground.

"Why? Why is it like this, she, no, shouldn't be, I like her, how could she just leave like this?" Feng Yan lay on the ground, weakly pounding the floor, tears flashing in his eyes.

Red smoke slowly emerged from Feng Yan's body, finally forming a humanoid shape; that thing helplessly shook its head, then activated the Black Sword, pulling Feng Yan away from the prison.

"How come that lord still hasn't returned?" In the palace, the king let out an angry roar, then questioned the ministers inside the hall.

"This..." the ministers made a sound, then fell silent.

Seeing the ministers' appearance, the king became even more furious, his anger also grew greater.

"I thought you all were a bunch of capable ministers! It seems my expectations of you were still too high." The king sighed, his voice gradually lowering, accompanied by deep disappointment.

The ministers also understood, facing the urgent situation, the nation's supreme treasure was under repair domestically; now Feng Yan's absence could greatly delay the whole matter's progress.

The king had never not considered changing personnel, but the choice has always been a problem, let alone after Feng Yan has achieved certain results?

"Send more people." The king finally issued the order, commanding the officials to retreat from court.

The officials split into two sides, slowly withdrawing; those dissatisfied, outside the court retreat, voiced opinions to the other officials, and those who remained silent were all calculating their own gains.

They all kept their heads down, silent, in the vast palace, a deathly still atmosphere prevailed.

"Report!"

The soldier's voice broke the deathly still atmosphere, as the soldier half-kneeled before the great hall and reported to the king: "Your Majesty, Feng Yan was brought to the palace gate by a sword!"

"What! Hurry up, please come in!" The king, upon hearing this, was overjoyed and leapt up from his throne.

"Yes!"

Following the soldier's reply, the king slowly descended, then walked out of the palace gates, and the sedan chair had already been brought up beside him.

"Go outside the Wanggong gate!"

Feng Yan lay helplessly on the sword's body; as the sword slowly rose, his arm was pressed beneath him, making him extremely uncomfortable, but lacking the strength to turn over, he endured it and arrived at the Wanggong gate.

At that very moment, the soldiers saw Feng Yan flying in the air; they were terrified, and they also sent someone to report to the king.

By the time the king arrived, Feng Yan was already leaning against the nearby wall. Dressed in all black with no visible bloodstains, he gave off waves of bloody smell that made hearts tremble, prompting everyone to silently retreat seven paces.

The king stepped down from the sedan chair and approached Feng Yan step by step; smelling the bloody odor on him, he involuntarily covered his nose.

The king furrowed his brows, seeing Feng Yan's state and knowing he could do nothing today, he ordered the soldiers to quickly carry him to the palace to rest.

As for repairing the kingdom's treasure, that could only be discussed after the adventurers woke up.

After the king ordered the soldiers to carry Feng Yan away, one of his trusted aides leaned in and whispered, "Your Majesty, have you considered what reward the adventurers will demand for repairing the treasure?"

"Well..." the king found himself in a dilemma; after seeing Feng Yan's progress, he had forgotten to ask whether the adventurers would want compensation, and the aide's reminder prompted him to ask, "What do you suggest we do?"

"You, ask first?" After the trusted aide reminded him, the king nodded, stepped down from the sedan chair, and approached Feng Yan.

The king had intended to ask something, but the bloody smell upon reaching Feng Yan made him abandon the idea.

The king signaled his attendants to lift Feng Yan and send him back to the temporary palace where he had been residing.

"Go back!" the king ordered.

"Yes!" the soldiers replied, lifting Feng Yan and slowly departing.

Meanwhile, in the inn, Jin Meng could no longer wait.

"Sir, we can't continue like this!" Jin Meng rushed toward Chen Hao's room and kicked the door open.

Faced with the loud bang from the door, Chen Hao was leisurely drinking tea, seemingly already aware of Jin Meng's action.

"Ah, you've come, have a cup of tea; we can go into the palace to see the king." Chen Hao greeted Jin Meng to sit down and said this.

"See the king?" Jin Meng, hearing this, was a bit confused, muttering to himself as if asking himself and also Chen Hao.

"Didn't you say you wanted to see Feng Yan? Now our opportunity has come." Chen Hao watched Jin Meng's expression, swallowed his tea, and revealed a mysterious smile.

Yes, we should take action; a few days ago, the person we saw seemed also unable to wait any longer.