Chapter 599: First Volume, Chapter 599: Palace Guards Act

First Volume, Chapter 599: Palace Guards Act

The crowd, always eager for spectacle, figured if the sky fell, it wouldn't crush them, so they cheered and incited with full force.

Moreover, in just a few days, Xie Bi had fallen from Marquis of Ning to a prisoner, even dragged onto the Execution Platform.

Emotionally and rationally, this violated all norms.

The people had long harbored resentment, but dared not speak out.

After all, even a man of the highest rank like the Marquis of Ning was treated like grass, killed at will.

How could the Li Imperial Clan care about the lives of ordinary folk?

Now that Qin Feng led his men into the Execution Ground, though no one dared cheer aloud, the onlookers secretly thrilled.

At that moment, a roar rang out.

Instantly, all eyes turned toward it.

Qin Feng ignored the chaotic Imperial Guard and directly spurred his horse over the fence, charging toward the second fence.

The second fence was still guarded by ten Imperial Guards and fifty Dali Temple Soldiers.

Facing this hastily formed defensive line of sixty men, Qin Feng did not hesitate—he drove his spear straight at the nearest Imperial Guard.

With the momentum of his horse, the sharp spearhead pierced the guard's armor without resistance, piercing through his chest.

Though Qin Feng lacked the terrifying strength of Zhao Yulong or Xu Mo, unable to lift a two-hundred-pound armored guard single-handedly,

he still managed, with his legs gripping the horse's belly and both hands gripping the spear, to hoist the guard up and swing him sideways, knocking over three more in the process.

The remaining Imperial Guards and Temple Soldiers closed in, surrounding him with their spears.

Qin Feng swung his spear twice, deflecting the incoming infantry spears, then spun his horse around, galloping along the second fence.

The Imperial Guards and Temple Soldiers could not catch up to the warhorse; once distance opened, Qin Feng would turn back, slowly advance, and use the spear's reach to strike directly.

After killing one, he did not linger—he immediately fled.

After stabbing three Imperial Guards in succession, the rest learned caution and no longer chased Qin Feng recklessly; instead, they formed a tight formation on the spot.

Outside, spears formed a perimeter; inside, men removed their bows and prepared to shoot Qin Feng down.

One Imperial Guard, pulling an arrow from his quiver, shouted loudly:

"Qin Feng! Today, it's either your death or mine!"

"If we don't execute you here on the spot, where will the Imperial Guard save face?"

"Qin! Let's settle the grudge between the Imperial Guard and the Tianji Camp Guards today!"

Hearing the Imperial Guard's taunts, Qin Feng dismounted, dropped his spear, and took up his bow and arrow from the saddle.

As he walked toward the Imperial Guard, he sneered: "You dare call yourselves opponents of the Tianji Camp Guards? Ridiculous!"

"Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken?"

This remark, striking at their pride, utterly enraged the Imperial Guard.

Roars echoed across the Execution Ground.

"Qin Feng! Let's see how long you can keep up this arrogance!"

As his words ended, over ten Imperial Guards and Temple Soldiers fired arrows simultaneously at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng didn't dodge at all!

These Imperial Guards, stationed to guard the Execution Ground, were bound not to carry armor-piercing arrowheads!

Ding-dong, ding-dong—the arrows struck Qin Feng's body, nearly all their tips embedded in his armor.

But only shallowly; Qin Feng could clearly feel the sharpness of the arrowheads.

Yet precisely because the arrowheads were narrow in front and broad behind, they all got "stuck" in the armor.

But Qin Feng's bow and arrow? Its arrowhead was a steel needle, designed specifically to pierce the heavy armor of the Imperial Guard.

Moreover, Qin Feng, having fought the Northern Di many times, had developed a habit: he always coated his arrowheads with all sorts of foul mixtures.

Either poison, or fecal sludge.

And Qin Feng was cunning—he targeted the Imperial Guards specifically, firing five arrows in rapid succession until one finally struck a guard in the face.

With a pig-like scream, the remaining Imperial Guards and Temple Soldiers abandoned their formation and charged at Qin Feng, roaring in fury.

Qin Feng turned and ran, firing backward as he fled.

Since the Temple Soldiers wore light armor and ran fastest, the armor-piercing arrowheads bounced off them entirely.

Those seemingly loose, flimsy scales proved unexpectedly effective against armor-piercing arrowheads.

Qin Feng stopped wasting arrows, slung his bow on his back, mounted his horse, and once again circled the fence, fleeing.

Only then did the crowd realize: Qin Feng had dismounted precisely because he feared his horse would be shot dead.

Watching Qin Feng vanish into the distance, the once-boastful Imperial Guard grew even more furious.

"That bastard is deviously crafty!"

Watching the Imperial Guards and Temple Soldiers being toyed with by Qin Feng, Xie Bi's eyes held nothing but approval.

"On the battlefield, there's no such thing as 'crafty' or not—any method that kills the enemy is a good one."

"These Imperial Guards have never faced real battle; they know nothing of its horrors."

Xie Yun'er's eyes were red—not from worry or tension, but pure excitement.

Since the National War began, and she remained in Jingdu, she had constantly heard tales of Qin Feng's exploits.

Especially his incursion into enemy territory and the bloody battle at Qingyu Mountain—each memory felt unbelievable.

Today, for the first time, she witnessed Qin Feng's combat style firsthand.

There was only one word to describe it: disciplined, courageous, and strategic!

Of course, the enemy called it "deceitful."

Especially seeing the so-called elite Imperial Guard being spun around like tops by Qin Feng, Xie Yun'er's heart swelled with admiration.

Even so, it was not in vain that she had given everything for him; after all, only a man who was both literary and martial was worthy of her.

The Minister of Justice grew anxious. The Imperial Guard he had specially reassigned was meant to ensure the execution could proceed smoothly and to prevent Qin Feng from coming to storm the Execution Ground.

The result…

…was still that Qin Feng slaughtered them until men and horses were sent flying, the army collapsing in total rout.

This was no simple matter of losing face. Once Qin Feng rescued Xie Bi and escaped back to the Northern Border, all their efforts would come to nothing.

"Useless trash, the lot of you!"

"What Imperial Guard? A load of crap!"

"Palace Guards, heed the order — seize the Chaotic Faction at once!"

The Palace Guards, who had been holding the last Defensive Line all along, had long since been rubbing their fists and itching for a fight.

The grudge between the Palace Guards and the Tianji Camp Guards had a long history. On top of that, Qin Feng's return to Beijing this time had been domineering, repeatedly showing disrespect to the Palace Guards.

Today was the perfect chance to wipe out Qin Feng and violently vent all their Hatred.

One Palace Guard took down his Bow and Arrow, aiming at Qin Feng on horseback.

He released his grip, and the MeiZhenArrow flew out.

Clang!

Accompanied by a crisp sound, Qin Feng tumbled heavily from his Horse to the ground.

Xie Yun'er's heart leapt straight into her throat.

"Qin Feng!"

Following Xie Yun'er's cry, Qin Feng slowly rose from the ground; the MeiZhenArrow had shot straight through his left shoulder.

Fresh blood kept flowing out through the hole in his armor.

Qin Feng clenched his back teeth, enduring the searing pain, and snapped the MeiZhenArrow in two.

But the very next moment, three more Arrows came flying.

The Palace Guards were far more than mere Elite Troops — they were top-tier experts themselves, every Arrow finding its mark!