Chapter 193

Pang Jun rode non-stop on his horse, and in five days he arrived at the outskirts of Chezhou, Anbei. He was about to pass through Chezhou and return to Liaodong.

　　After traveling for a long time, he felt a little thirsty, so he came to a tea stall and planned to drink a sip of tea to quench his thirst, but he unexpectedly found that the people sitting at a table next to him were actually disciples of Huangji Sect. They all looked like good martial artists. What was the purpose of so many elites getting together? This aroused Pang Jun's curiosity.

　　One of them whispered, "You said that the man's martial arts skills were mediocre. Our sect sent out dozens of elites, and even Third Uncle personally came out to fight, but he still managed to survive for so long."

　　Another person said, "So what? The number of guards around him is decreasing day by day, and he himself was hit by the 'Indigo Thunder Crack' from the Third Uncle. He won't live long. If the headmaster didn't want to confirm his death, why would we go to so much trouble?"

　　Pang Jun wanted to hear something else, but then another disciple from the Huangji Sect came over and said breathlessly, "Everyone, Senior Brother Ye and his men have found the target, and they are nearby! We can't let them take the credit!"

　　When the people who were drinking tea heard this, they were like chicken blood injected. They picked up their weapons, threw down a few copper coins and left.

　　Pang Jun, who was sitting nearby, paid the bill calmly and followed the group secretly.

　　As the sun sets, in a valley, there is a bloody scene. More than twenty disciples of Huangji Sect surround seven people. The sharp weapons in their hands flash with a cold luster under the setting sun.

　　Pang Jun could tell at a glance that the person in the center of the seven people surrounded by the Huangji sect was none other than the King of Wei, Yang Tong, who had been missing for a long time and was rumored to have been assassinated!

　　At this time, Yang Tong was being supported by a guard. He had none of the demeanor of a prince in the past. His face was pale, beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping from his forehead, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He must have been seriously injured.

　　The leader of the Huangji Sect was a fat, white, old man with a long beard. He was most likely the third of the "Seven Wonders" of the Huangji Sect mentioned by the Huangji Sect member just now, "Thunder Hand" Wei Banshan.

　　All that was heard was Wei Banshan saying to Yang Tong who was trapped in the encirclement: "Your Highness, Prince Wei, you have been hit by my 'Indigo Thunder Splitting the Earth', and more than 30% of your meridians have been broken. You are surrounded by us and have nowhere to go. You'd better surrender obediently. I will leave you a respectable corpse because you are a member of the Great Jin royal family."

　　"Hmph, Wei Banshan, I could never have imagined that I had been in the military for many years and had experienced many ups and downs, but I had never realized that there was a man like Zhao Wuji with such wolfish ambitions by my side. Haha, my nephew with great ambitions but little talent actually thought of courting a tiger, and I myself am going to die at the hands of low-rate people like you…" Yang Tong was in a very embarrassed state at this time, thinking of how he and Yang Shao had joined forces to pacify the world. He thought that the country's prosperity would last forever, but who would have thought that it would end up in the situation it is in today.

　　"Haha, Your Highness Prince Wei, it's useless for you to say anything now. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Come on!" Wei Banshan didn't say too much nonsense, but waved his hand and let his disciples rush forward and attack the people who were protecting Yang Tong.

　　Pang Jun hid in the dark and observed the battle situation. Although the number of guards around Yang Tong was small, they looked like masters in the army. They were ruthless and deadly in their attacks. The disciples of Huangji Sect had a good level of martial arts, but after all, they were not like the guards who had followed Yang Tong out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. They were full of murderous intent and naturally suffered some disadvantages when they started fighting. Twenty people besieged six people, but they could not gain any advantage for a while.

　　Seeing that his disciples had been attacking in vain, Wei Banshan couldn't help feeling a little dissatisfied. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he rushed straight towards an enemy in front of him with both palms. This palm attack was made with anger, and it was full of the essence of Huangji Palm Technique. As soon as the first palm was out, the second palm followed, and the moves were extremely swift. The guards of the Prince of Wei's mansion, who were already struggling to hold on, felt as if their necks were caught by a pair of iron clamps under the sneak attack launched by Wei Banshan himself. A violent internal force penetrated into the body along the flesh torn by the sharp nails, and the guard died instantly. In an instant, the situation on the battlefield took a sharp turn for the worse!

　　Seeing the guards of the King of Wei fall one after another, the King of Wei Yang Tong had no way to retreat, and wealth and honor were within his grasp. Wei Banshan couldn't help but get carried away: "Hehe, Your Highness, I've heard for a long time that the princess is a rare beauty in the world. Even though she was a widow, I forced her into the family and made her my principal wife. Now that Your Highness is in trouble, the princess must be lonely and empty. From now on, I, Wei, will comfort her, hahahahaha."

　　Yang Tong was furious, his teeth were bared, and he shouted at Wei Banshan: "Wei Banshan, if you dare to touch a hair of Xian'er, I will not let you go even if I go to the eighteenth level of purgatory!"

　　"Hahahahahahahahaha, Your Highness Prince of Wei, by the time you climb out of the eighteen levels of hell and onto the human world, the Princess of Wei will probably be moaning sweetly under my crotch, unable to extricate herself, hahahahahahaha...ah!" Just as Wei Banshan was getting carried away and letting down his guard, he did not notice that in the blind spot of his vision, a ray of cold light was heading straight for his throat. By the time he realized it, it was too late to avoid it and he could only twist his neck abruptly. However, the cold light still brushed past his neck, leaving a shallow wound and almost cutting his throat.

　　However, he escaped the disaster. Before he could stand still and see the attacker clearly, he heard a strange voice in his ear: "Wei Banshan, your mouth stinks. I don't know if the King of Hell still wants you. You'd better be a wandering ghost here." Then, with a "puff" sound, Wei Banshan's heart turned cold and his eyes went dark. Before closing his eyes, he turned his head with all his strength and saw a handsome face. He didn't expect that a master would attack him at this time. He murmured unwillingly, "Liu... Liu Jun... you..." and fell to the ground.

　　In terms of martial arts, not to mention now, even before Pang Jun fought with Sanada Yukgen, he was definitely better than Wei Banshan. It's just that Wei Banshan is surrounded by many disciples of Huangji Sect, and even Pang Jun finds it difficult to deal with them. Now they are concentrating on killing Yang Tong, which gives Pang Jun an excellent opportunity to kill him with one blow.

　　Wei Banshan was killed by Pang Jun's sneak attack. It happened in just a moment from beginning to end. Before the group of Huangji Sect disciples could react, Pang Jun killed another one of them. Chaos broke out immediately. Some people were asking Pang Jun about his identity. Some smart people, seeing that things were not going well, had no intention of fighting any longer. They took advantage of the chaos to secretly leave the battle and slip away. Dozens of breaths later, except for three people who escaped, the rest of the people who came to chase from Huangji Sect, including Wei Banshan, were all killed. On the side of Prince Wei's Mansion, except for Yang Tong, only one person survived.

　　At this moment, Yang Tong's already injured body was aroused by the battle just now. The true energy of Huangji Sect continued to wreak havoc in his body. Even if the Medical Saint was reborn, he would be powerless to save him. However, seeing Pang Jun's arrival, he seemed very happy and said with a breath: "Hehe... Hehe... Ziye... Ziye, you are here... That's great..."

　　"Your Highness..." The guard beside him wanted to persuade him.

　　But Yang Tong interrupted him and said, "I...I don't have much time left...Ziye...you...you remember...remember to take good care of...take good care of Yue'er...and...and...if it's possible...if it's possible...Yue'er...Yue'er's mother...you..."

　　Pang Jun said solemnly, "Well, Your Highness, Ziye understands. Please rest assured, Your Highness, Liu Jun will definitely find a way to rescue the princess." He sighed in his heart. No matter what, Yang Tong did have deep feelings for Tang Yuxian. In his dying moments, the ones he was thinking of were still Tang Yuxian and Yang Yue. If it weren't for the relationship between the two women and Pang Jun, he would have been a good man who valued love and friendship and was respected by Pang Jun.

　　"Okay... okay..." The light in Yang Tong's eyes grew dimmer. He stared at Pang Jun for a moment, thought for a moment, and said to Pang Jun, "Ziye... come here... I... I'll ask you... one last question..."

　　"Your Highness, please speak."

　　"Who...who...are you?" After asking, Yang Tong stared at Pang Jun with his tiger eyes.

　　Pang Jun didn't expect Yang Tong to ask such a question before his death. Looking at the dying King Wei, he hesitated for a moment, and finally leaned close to Yang Tong's ear and whispered, "Alas, Prince, why are you doing this... Chixia Mountain, Xianyun Manor, Pang Jun."

　　After hearing Pang Jun's answer, Yang Tong stared at Pang Jun with eyes wide open, and finally he laughed: "Haha... haha... haha... it's injustice... it's injustice... haha... haha... this is all retribution... this is all retribution... my royal brother... hahahaha... uh..." With the sound of a dying breath, Yang Tong's laughter stopped abruptly.

　　"Your Highness..." The guard at the side rushed over in grief and anger, holding Yang Tong's body and crying bitterly, while Pang Jun looked at the master and servant coldly.

　　The guard was already seriously injured, and Yang Tong's death made him extremely sad. He lay on Yang Tong's body and cried for a while, and gradually became silent.

　　Pang Jun sighed in his heart. After cleaning up Yang Tong's body, he built a simple tomb for him and buried him in it. He then piled the remaining bodies together, burned them all with fire, and then left the place.

　　In Chezhou City, at the "Suifeng" stronghold, Pang Jun was sitting by the window of the room, drinking wine, looking at the bright moon from time to time, and looking at a pile of things placed on the table from time to time. Those things were all things that could prove his identity as a member of the Huangji Sect, as well as several tokens of Yang Tong obtained from Yang Tong, and of course the most important Goshawk Legion's tiger talisman.

　　Most of the Goshawk Legion was still preoccupied with the war in Xichuan, and for a while this tiger talisman was of no use. However, these Huangji disciples and Yang Tong's other tokens were different. Before, he was still worried about how to rescue Tang Yuxian. Now with these things, he could not only rescue Tang Yuxian, but also fulfill a long-cherished wish that he had buried in his heart.

　　It probably took him less than two cups of tea to write a letter. He found a spy from "Sui Feng" and told him to make sure to deliver the letter to Zhao Wuji or King of Qi Yang Man. After the spy left, he sat back by the window, continued to admire the moon and drink, thinking about his future.