Mr. Jing's beard trembling and unable to speak for a long time, Li Chen suddenly bowed and said: "If Master agrees, this is not out of coercion by power, but for the sake of all scholars in the world...Chapter 1675 My Name is Wang En

Once this thought appeared, it grew like mushrooms after rain.

... to the point that Guarjia Ronglu didn't even realize when he gripped the saber at his waist. ...

"General, the prince of Qin has arrived."

A reminder from his trusted confidants jolted Gualjia Ronglu back to reality.

"Come, let us go greet them."

Guārgé Jìnglù spoke in a low voice.

After he finished speaking, not only did he not urge his horse forward, but he suddenly snatched the bow and arrows from his trusted aide who had them bound to his saddle.

Draw the bow and nock the arrow, all in one go.

At this moment, Guarjia Ronglu was like a god of archery possessed, his energy and spirit soaring to their peak. Under the immense mental pressure and the surge of adrenaline, he had never felt so good, his mind so clear. He could even track every snowflake's trajectory. Aiming at the center of the crowd from afar, he drew back his bowstring to its limit and let fly!

Mysterious Iron Arrow, icy and bone-chilling.

Standard-issue, jet black arrows, thirty-three inches long, completely black. The arrowheads are fletched with bird feathers. The Jin dynasty was a nomadic people who excelled at horsemanship and archery. The Jurchen people were known for their incredible arm strength, an arrow typically exerted upwards of twelve stones of force.

Guārgē Rónglù was already a master archer. At this moment, as his arrow left the string, it produced a whooshing sound that cut through the air. The air around the arrow became turbulent, swirling up snowflakes in its path, forming a visible trail of energy like a shooting star. With the power of over twenty stones, it flew rapidly toward the distance.

After this single arrow, the fine, black lacquered bow in Guarja Ronglu's hand snapped clean in two.

The broken bowstring snapped, leaving Guarjia Ronglu's tiger's mouth bleeding profusely.

But it doesn't matter, the arrow has already been shot.

The trajectory of this arrow was invisible to the naked eye, but Guarjia Ronglu could hear a roar and shouts from the Qin side.

In front of Li Chen, a soldier in guard armor stood protectively before him, clutching the pitch-black arrow in his hand.

The arrowhead was razor-sharp, gleaming with a cold light. It was mere inches away from the face of the soldier, whose eyes were wide with alarm. Just a little further, and this long arrow would surely pierce his eye socket.

And the shaft of the long arrow was covered in blood, for this soldier had gripped the arrow with his palm, unable to fully release its force at first. The entire person was dragged backwards by the arrow, taking several large steps back. The powerful long arrow, rubbing against the soldier's palm, still charged forward. The blood was all from the skin and flesh of the soldier’s palm being worn away.

This scene shocked everyone.

No one expected Li Chen to be assassinated here.

"Your Highness!!"

Chen Tong immediately led his men to surround Li Chen, and urgently said: "Your Highness, are you alright"

Just now, Chen Tong and Xu Wei were protecting the rear flank of the team. No one expected that danger would appear from the front at the Jin army camp. A slight misstep would have been a grave error. At this moment, both of them were sweating profusely, their expressions a mixture of fear and anger.

"It's okay."

Li Chen was also startled.

Unexpectedly, Wu Qingcang's worry proved to be right. As he left, Wu Qingcang sent his own personal guards to accompany him for protection, an action he hadn't really paid attention to. However, this seemingly insignificant gesture ended up saving his life.

He didn't die at Zhao Xuanji's hands, nor at the hands of King Ning and Yelu Shenxuan. If he were to die in front of this Jin army camp, it would be a terrible shame.

Pushing Chen Tong aside, Li Chen dismounted and walked to the soldier who had saved his life. He saw that the other man had bright eyes, a resolute face, and a rugged appearance. Li Chen felt even more favorable towards him.

"What's your name" Li Chen asked.

That soldier, surprisingly undaunted, loudly replied: "Reporting to Your Highness, my name is Wang En!" stared at his own toes and came to the middle of Xizheng Hall. After standing still, Nangong Shouchong knelt down and shouted: "Subject Nangong Shouchong, pays respects to Your Highness the Crown Pri...