Chapter 1608: The Enraged Li Junxian! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”Bastard!”
Within the sleeve of his long white robe, Li Junxian clenched his fingers into a fist, and his entire body shook in rage.
But in the distance, Wang Chong gently smiled and proceeded to ignore Li Junxian.
Those of a different path could not conspire together. What had needed to be said had been said, and he did not have much to discuss with Li Junxian anymore.
Li Junxian had lost this round, and he would lose every other one as well!
Whoosh!
With a wave of his sleeve, Wang Chong began to climb the stairs to the stage.
”Look; it's the King of Foreign Lands!”
The moment Wang Chong appeared, he was immediately noticed, and the crowd began to cheer.
”The King of Foreign Lands!”
”The King of Foreign Lands!”
”The King of Foreign Lands!”
Whether they were men, women, young, old, noble, or poor, they all cheered until they were red in the face.
This young man had created a miracle on the northern steppe, his four hundred men defeating twelve thousand. Even though many of them had opposed Wang Chong in the militarist-Confucian conflict, all of them strongly supported him in this border incident.
No one could lightly humiliate the Great Tang. Anyone who offended the Tang had to pay a price. Wang Chong was of one mind with the crowd and was a voice for their opinions.
”Milord!”
Cheng Sanyuan respectfully retreated to the side. At this moment, Wang Chong was the undisputed most dazzling existence in the world.
Wang Chong nodded and slowly turned around. With the rolling of those heads, their eyes still wide open, and the blood gushing from their necks, the border incident had been brought to a grisly close.
As the crowds thundered and cheered, Wang Chong only sighed.
This operation had expended immense manpower and resources. What Wang Chong had wanted was for all the world to see that the Great Tang was still the same Great Tang, that no one could afford to recklessly offend this country and its people.
Bang!
At this moment, the woman suddenly dropped to her knees, her head touching the ground. As she prostrated herself, her body trembled and her eyes wept.
”King of Foreign Lands, my utmost gratitude for allowing this lowly woman to hold the saber and take revenge for this massacre. This lowly woman will remember Your Highness's kindness for the rest of her life!”
Miss Duan's face was covered in tears. As for the bloodstained saber, she had already cast it aside.
Although Hulugan and Ashide had been executed, the dead could not be brought back to life. None of what she had lost could be brought back.
Those heart-wrenching sobs made Wang Chong feel a stab of pain in his heart.
Didn't the general campaign on the borders against foreign countries precisely to protect the innocent people?
As the Great Tang's King of Foreign Lands, as one of the best generals of the Bureau of Military Personnel, he could not escape the blame for this incident.
”Miss, please rise. Wang Chong cannot accept this bow!”
Wang Chong hastily helped Miss Duan up.
”This operation was not just for you. It was for the sake of all the people of the Great Tang.”
Wang Chong turned to the vast crowd, his expression somber.
It became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. All the people looked toward Wang Chong with gleaming eyes.
In corners where no one could see, Hu wearing thick, face-concealing robes were stricken with fear.
The thought of a raid on the execution ground had passed through their minds, but when they saw Wang Chong in the crowd, they had relented.
At this moment, all the Hu understood that the youth on the stage was the most terrifying existence they had ever known.
None of them could predict what kind of grievous consequence an attack on the execution ground would incite.
Buzz!
At this moment, the white-clothed Li Junxian was in a daze. He was not focused on Wang Chong, but on the widowed Miss Duan prostrated before him and the bloodstained saber she had cast aside.
”How could it be her?”
He had believed that it was one of Wang Chong's subordinates who had beheaded Ashide and Hulugan, but now, he realized that the executioner was the widow from the massacred village.
”How could this be?”
No one except those of the Confucian Sect had noticed the dumbstruck expression on Li Junxian's face.
If Wang Chong had killed those two, Li Junxian would have been able to make a case to court, but if it was Miss Duan… not even he could pursue the matter.