Why do I have so many masters?

At this moment, he saw the assassin below seemingly looking in his direction, and he couldn't help but stiffen slightly. Just as the fear in his heart began to emerge uncontrollably, he saw the assassin give him a slight smile.

Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze, lifted his sword with his right hand, and said:

"So, have you finally finished your discussion?"

"Have you decided how to split the rewards? And what about that General? This time, how many comrades' lives are you planning to exchange for a lifetime of wealth and honor?"

"And the two Princes?"

"You should be thanking me, shouldn't you? If not for today's events, neither of you would have ever had the qualification to touch the throne in your lifetime."

Having their thoughts exposed and the veil of shame torn off, everyone was extremely shocked and angry. That General shouted angrily, "Your Highnesses, this man is already mad. Please give the order, and under a volley of arrows, I will ensure he perishes without a place to be buried!"

Wang Anfeng couldn't help but chuckle and said:

"Alright, alright, such a loyal General."

"Then I will give you such an opportunity."

With that, he stepped forward slightly.

The meridians that had been in pain for a moment due to the sudden withdrawal of a large amount of Qi Mechanism, had begun to recover over this period.

Beneath the sharkskin scabbard, the Qi Mechanism from the Wooden Sword surged out, instantly filling the empty meridians and Dantian of Wang Anfeng. Although it couldn't last long, it gave him the power to finish the last task.

A whistling sound arose.

Before the spear formation could be completed, a sword light had already burst forth, seemingly arriving like a stream of light, accompanied by a long cry, rushing towards the two Princes who were heavily surrounded.

Wang Anfeng, who previously seemed like a dying lamp, now erupted with a speed beyond everyone's expectations, like a stream of light. As the spears formed a formation and pushed forward, a sword light along with the scabbard swept across, breaking them all.

That military General was kicked in the chest by him, let out a muffled grunt, and flew backward.

Amidst the angry shouts of the surrounding soldiers, he stepped forward swiftly, raising his spear upward.

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Anfeng sent the Wooden Sword flying along with its scabbard, rotating once. The uncontrollable Qi Mechanism swept left and right, crisscrossing with Sword Qi, knocking down the surrounding soldiers, while at the same time, his face already appeared before the two sons of King Balman.

The Great Prince's breath nearly froze instantly, his pupils contracting suddenly.

Instead, the Second Prince, who looked nothing more than a weak scholar, reacted immediately, drawing the Famous Sword at his waist. With a flick of his wrist, the Sword Edge advanced. Wang Anfeng pointed with his right hand, pinching that Famous Sword with just two fingers. With a slight force, he dropped it to the ground.

With his left hand, he placed both palms instantly on the shoulders of the two Princes.

The vast and mighty Qi Mechanism instantly traversed their bodies. In that moment, regardless if it was the seemingly bold and uninhibited Great Prince or the scheming Second Prince, both suddenly stiffened, feeling the helplessness of having their lives controlled by others.

A gentle voice sounded by their ears:

"To take your lives, just a slight effort."

"If following your father king, today him, tomorrow you."

"Remember?"

The Great Prince turned pale and said:

"I understand."

The Second Prince appeared slightly calmer and said:

"Are you threatening me?"

Wang Anfeng seemed slightly surprised, then laughed and said:

"If you feel it's a threat, then it's a threat."

At this moment, the Wooden Sword Divine Weapon, which was previously thrown out, had already cut through countless weapons and returned by itself. With the outer appearance of the sword scabbard unchanged and the hilt ink-black, it looked like any ordinary longsword. Such power was all due to the person who wielded it.

Broken spears littered the ground.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand to catch the sword, laughed heartily, turned around, and looked at the martial artists who were again unsure and anxious, suddenly spoke softly:

"When the laws are useless."

"Do you still remember, martial artists once had courage? Do you still remember drawing your sword to help in times of injustice?"

No one answered, nor did anyone understand him.

Their eyes were only full of disbelief, fear, retreat, and anger. Yet, in the eyes of those young people, there was a hint of understanding, and some were lost in confusion.

Wang Anfeng had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. He believed that these words, the scene that happened today, were like seeds, buried in the hearts of those young martial artists. When they truly face similar moments, these words would reappear in their minds.

Xu Chuanjun, this is another way to solve the problem.

Who says only those in power can change the world?

Can a single spark start a prairie fire?

Can it?

For some reason, a surge of heroism rose in his heart. He walked with his sword, and behind him, the Second Prince's face was pale, but he solemnly adjusted his clothes and performed a long bow, saying:

"In the future, I will surely emulate Great Qin and implement benevolent governance."

"But a father's murder cannot go unavenged!"

"Men, release the arrows!!"

Behind him, his elite troops drew strong bows and wolf fang arrows, nocking the arrows. Wang Anfeng walked slowly against the volley of arrows, and those in front, fearing the arrows behind, retreated repeatedly.

Only one person walked slowly, and laughed aloud:

"Sand and stones fly across the desolate pass, the cold wind whistles for thousands of miles in the Northwest."

"Thousands of demons and monsters, if they cannot emerge, so what if they're slain."

"The angry tide sweeps Stone City, the sword's tip is already stained with treacherous dragon's blood."

"Endlessly inspired, power changes mightily, only feeling heaven is low and earth is narrow..."

What he chanted was unrhythmic, yet grand in gesture, with a sense of wielding a sword across the world. The older martial artists ground their teeth, but the younger ones such as Jin Yuansi couldn't help but feel an unceasing admiration, thinking that among the world's heroes, none could surpass this.

Behind him, a thousand arrows fired simultaneously, adding a sunset-like tragic grandeur to the scene.

The Second Prince waved heavily.

The air was pierced with a howling whistle, as ten thousand arrows shot out, falling like locusts. Jin Yuansi turned his head away, unable to bear the sight, but immediately heard exclamations of surprise, and turned his head sharply, his expression slightly dazed.

A thousand arrows fired together, like locusts in flight.

And that man paced in the void, his body slowly becoming transparent and gradually vanishing, the arrows passing through his body without causing even a ripple.

More than ten thousand people simultaneously saw him transform into a faint golden stream of light, dissipating into nothing.

Only the grand poetic chanting, the sound of striking the sword, still lingered without end.

After he disappeared, a sword was suddenly left behind, embedded in the ground, the scabbard shattered, leaving only an ordinary iron sword.

In the sky, the golden-red stream left by the flame storm had not yet dissipated, and the last shadow seemed to blend into the vast sky.

Among the 50,000 troops, 30,000 were elite, the remaining 20,000 merely herdsmen.

The herdsmen of Parthia held the purest beliefs, and when they saw the person who killed the king disappear under the golden-red light, they didn't know who started it, but they began to kneel and pray devoutly.

Gradually, a hundred people, a thousand people.

Ten thousand people.

Twenty thousand people...

In the place where King Balman fell, large swathes of people knelt down and prayed devoutly, and the moisture in the sky, heated by the flames, cooled down again, but due to the qilin's remaining heat, it couldn't dissipate or return to its original temperature.

Turning into a drizzling rain.

The dry prairie in winter experienced rain for the first time.

These raindrops followed the trajectory of the previous sword qi traces, converging downward, and then around the sword embedded in the ground, the Heaven and Earth Phenomena resulting from the martial artist's qi mechanism quickly passed. The sky returned to a seemingly washed-clean azure.

Around the longsword embedded in the ground was a small pool of water, reflecting the spotless sky, the sword edge quivering slightly, sending faint ripples.

The Second Prince remained silent, then took a deep breath, entered the golden tent, and saw his divine martial father pierced by a green bamboo retracted at the beam. On the green bamboo, an iron mask hung, etched with patterns, ferocious like a beast.

The whisper of that person echoed in his ears.

Do you remember?

.........

"Biographies of Wandering Heroes · Parthia Volume"

The historian said, the events of Feng Wu were heard by this minister during his travels, from an elder named Lü Gong Guan Hong: ten thousand arrows fired, yet untouched, he transformed into a rainbow and left. Was he human? Or a god?

"Myriad Gods Chronicle · Western Regions Volume"

The people of Parthia do not worship The Three Pure Ones but venerate a strange god. Atop the god's head are seven hair braids, with hair hanging over the left shoulder, the left eye slightly closed, the lower teeth gnawing the upper lip, showing an angry face.

Bearing fierce fire, the right hand holds a sharp sword, the left hand a battle blade, standing upon a horned dragon with both feet.

When asked, it is said to be the true deity of the Parthian Empire in the Western Regions.

Named Feng, signifying the eradication of evil, often worshipped in households.

PS: Today's update is presented...

How unfortunate, this chapter... If it were a traditional infinite flow, it could seamlessly proceed to the future, then in some game, discover the heroic spirit version of oneself, or simply become a heroic spirit in this world...

Emm, offering deity to the great master.