Why do I have so many masters?

"Those who are backlashed, nine out of ten times will die."

"But now, the Dragon Qi has been strangled... Yes, strangled, strangled..."

Xu Chuanjun's mind was in chaos, but suddenly he remembered the words that young man had said to him before leaving, that there was another solution. Although he already had an inexplicable premonition before, when he saw this scene, his heart was still filled with disbelief.

It was as if he had been suddenly thrown up into the clouds.

Thoughts, breath, even existence seemed to be filled with an unreal feeling.

It was only when that Dragon Qi gradually dissipated, and the young man beside him shouted loudly, that his thoughts gradually recovered, truly realizing what had happened, and his breathing suddenly became rapid—

King Balman is dead!

The dissipating Dragon Qi was the most obvious proof.

The Parthian Empire, one of the thirty-six kingdoms of the Western Regions, a country with tens of thousands of miles of territory and a population of tens of millions, where the most powerful and arrogant lord, even more so than the King of Parthia, was assassinated among ten thousand troops by one person.

When this news appeared in his mind, Xu Chuanjun couldn't help taking a deep breath. His hands had unknowingly clenched tightly, even trembling slightly.

He couldn't help taking a step forward, eyes wide open, looking in that direction.

He seemed to see through thousands of armored soldiers, through those skilled Jianghu martial artists, and saw the assassin who was at the end of his strength, falling together with the utterly dim-eyed Parthian lord in the golden tent.

Does that person really know what consequences this will bring?!

With King Balman of Parthia killed, regardless of how much the King of Parthia secretly feared and disliked his elder brother, on the surface, he would surely rage fiercely, even possibly contacting Great Qin. If previously he had any chance of survival, now, even if he returns to Great Qin, he will be hunted down...

Truly, Heaven and Earth will not tolerate!

And is this what you call another way, Feng Wu?

Xu Chuanjun's eyes narrowed, a feeling of inexplicable disappointment and powerlessness rising in his heart. His lips moved slightly, a smile appearing on his once gentle and scholarly face, yet every corner of his lips and eyebrows soaked with bitterness and self-mockery.

No, you don't understand...

You kill one King Balman, and there will be a second King Balman. The people at the top might be different, but they will always exist, so what you see will still exist, perhaps even more severely.

This is just how this era is.

At this moment, Adon suddenly let out a loud shout.

"No, what are those guys over there doing?!"

Xu Chuanjun instinctively raised his eyes to look, his expression changing suddenly.

......

In the military camp, the first to react was King Balman's eldest son.

He was a tall and burly young man, very much resembling his father, already married and with three sons. His martial arts were strong, and his demeanor was rough and uncouth.

While most people were still shocked by the anomaly in the sky, he had already reacted. A hint of excitement and ecstasy flashed in his dark blue-green eyes before turning to grief.

With his left hand, he reined in his horse, and suddenly drew the curved saber in his hand.

The sharp, high-pitched blade sound suddenly rang out, spreading through the air, awakening everyone's thoughts. When the surrounding soldiers' eyes returned from bewilderment, they saw the pained and unwilling Great Prince.

His eyes seemed to burn with flames of rage, he shouted loudly:

"What are you doing?!"

"Aren't you soldiers loyal to my father the King? Aren't you the most elite and loyal guards under King Balman's command, and now you are frightened inside, allowing the assassin to take the King away?!"

"Is this your loyalty?!"

"Is this your bravery?!"

With each question, the Parthian military generals and warriors lowered their heads in shame. Great Prince Fengwu's eyes, identical to King Balman's, swept over each person's face.

In this moment, his heart was filled with complex thoughts.

Of course, there was the grief of blood relatives passing away. In this moment, he even thought of his father taking him galloping on the grasslands when he was little, lifting him up, placing him in front, remembering his father's laughter and affectionate strokes on his hair.

But then immediately, like flames sweeping across the grasslands, burning all those beautiful memories to ashes, was the excitement of no longer fearing his father's authority and whip, the honor brought by the name of King Balman.

A hint of warmth disappeared in an instant, like withered grass turning into ashes in a wildfire, leaving no trace, and those flames continued to burn fervently in his pupils.

He still glared angrily at those around him, slashing forward with the curved saber in his hand, loudly speaking with the demeanor of a master without any hesitation:

"The one who attempted to assassinate my father is right inside, and you, as soldiers pledged to be loyal to the country and master, why are you still standing here? Why don't you go in there, capture that assassin, and save my father?!"

"If anyone can injure that assassin, I will reward him with five hundred sheep and a chest of gold. If anyone can kill that assassin, I will grant him an oasis as his fiefdom!"

The breath of those around suddenly sank.