"You, what have you done to the king?" At that moment, both princes instinctively focused their attention. Wang Anfeng casually replied: Despite already knowing the outcome, hearing those words from the mouth of the assassin sent shockwaves through everyone's hearts. A nearby general stepped forward and shouted angrily: "This person killed the king, he deserves to die thousands of times!" "Your Highnesses, allow me to kill him with Wanjun!" A nearby elder seemed to finally make up his mind and suddenly spoke: "No, this man is highly skilled in martial arts. Although he's at the end of his strength, ordinary soldiers can hardly last a few rounds against him. If we send soldiers to capture him, I'm afraid casualties will exceed a thousand. I don't think it's feasible." The general who spoke flashed a cold gaze; although the Great Prince said there would be rewards for those who hurt the assassin, these rewards would naturally not fall into the hands of ordinary soldiers. In the end, they would go to the general of the soldier's regiment. Most of the fierce soldiers around were under his command. He pondered over it again and again and finally decided that although these soldiers had followed him for a long time, a general must take risks. What is more comfortable than capturing an oasis? Even if there's more loss, it's no matter. Since these soldiers are under his command and call him General, in the end, sacrificing their lives to pave his way to advancement, why shouldn't it be that way? Isn't this just a matter of course? Little did he expect, his loyalty was interrupted by this old man. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but become more angry, and sneered: "What, does Elder Zhou of Iron Spear Alliance have some brilliant idea? This man killed the king, and we, as the king's soldiers, should die on the battlefield for the king, with our bodies wrapped in horse hides as it should be." "This is loyalty and righteousness, dying where one ought to!" "Or perhaps Elder Zhou is compassionate and unwilling to see soldiers get injured, willing to personally take action to subdue this assassin? If so, then I'll be eagerly watching!" The old man's expression remained unchanged, and he said: "This savage is extremely ferocious, and with just me alone, I obviously can't be his match. But today, many skilled fighters from Iron Spear Alliance are here, and we can form a formation. Once the formation is complete, no matter how strong his martial arts are, it will be hard to escape." "However, by that time, I'll need the help of everyone to assist Zhou." "This villain's martial arts are too high; our Iron Spear Alliance alone can't take him down." Lü Taian pondered and voluntarily spoke, smiling: "In that case, Myriad Beast Valley is willing to help." "We also are willing!" "No, this savage killed the king and should naturally be avenged by us. Why are the heroes in such a hurry, are they intending to show loyalty to our king?" Jin Yuansi was dumbfounded. Although he was just a disciple of an ordinary faction, he wasn't foolish. He understood that these senior figures were arguing intensely over the young assassin in front of him. Logically, he is a subject under King Balman. These people are either his seniors or martial artists he had only heard about in legends, always revered by these young martial artists, but at this moment, for an unknown reason, he oddly felt that this quarrel was extremely repulsive. This wasn't the Jianghu he imagined. His gaze instinctively shifted, wanting to see that assassin who was still lazy and arrogant in front of Wanjun. Newest update provided by NovєlFіre.net At this moment, he heard a soft laughter, then the laughter gradually increased, becoming somewhat reckless. The quarreling voices became quieter; everyone instinctively turned their gaze towards the direction of the laughter. It was none other than the assassin seen as a fish on the chopping block. Jin Yuansi saw him laughing heartily. The sound wasn't loud, but in an occasion , it was exceedingly arrogant and disdainful. Just as Jin Yuansi sensed a gradually stiffening atmosphere around him, the assassin stopped laughing. Yet his youthful face was still full of mockery and disdain. With his sheathed longsword in hand, he pointed lazily at those supposed venerable figures in front of him on Parthia's Jianghu, and couldn't help but laugh: "So, that's how it is, so that's how it is!" "Parthia's Jianghu is not just a stagnant pool; it's already a stinking ditch. All that can be seen are people driven by selfish gains..." Elder Zhou frowned and rebuked: "You mere treacherous rebel, how dare you spout nonsense here!" "Fellow disciples, let's form the formation!" "Yes, senior brother!" Several elders shouted in unison, drawing the iron spears from their backs. Each displayed their movement techniques and martial arts, and formed a formation. Regardless of the stance, the gleaming spear blades always pointed in the direction of Wang Anfeng, subtly enveloping his vital points. Meanwhile, disciples from Myriad Beast Valley drove fierce beasts in a slow advance. Many generals eager to take credit also commanded their soldiers to form a battle formation. In an instant, it resembled the earlier scene all over again, except now there were formations restraining him, allowing everyone to temporarily set aside their concerns. Jin Yuansi opened his mouth, driven by youthful vigor, unwilling to draw his sword, and even felt something hot like flames burning in his chest and abdomen, nearly unable to hold back a furious shout. But remnants of rationality still restrained him, and after this internal conflict and struggle, as well as the low whispers of his master and the curious glances from those around him, he slowly drew his sword, though the blade still only hung down to the ground, unwilling to lift it up.