Chapter 1687: Night Raid by the Six-Armed Idol! (1/2)

Wang Chong suddenly raised his head and ordered, ”Pass on my order! Extinguish the lanterns at the Hai Period (9-11pm). Everyone can go to bed a little earlier!”

”Yes! Your Highness!” A voice quickly came from outside the hall, and a guard rushed away to deliver the order.

After the guard left, Wang Chong lowered his head and continued to review the documents. After finishing the last one, Wang Chong placed his brush on the rack, stood up, and walked out of the hall.

In the gusting night wind, Wang Chong looked around at the King of Foreign Lands Residence. It was calm and peaceful, with guards placed around the area to vigilantly protect it.

Looking up, Wang Chong immediately saw the looming and resplendent Imperial Palace of the Great Tang to the northeast.

Amongst all the nobles and officials of the Great Tang, Wang Chong was the only who had his residence in such close proximity to the Imperial Palace, a sign of the Sage Emperor's favor.

In the middle of his contemplative mood, he suddenly heard hasty footsteps.

”Your Highness, the kitchen sent a message. They made some new palm cakes and some wolfberry and silver-eared fungus soup, and would like Your Highness to sample them,” a servant of the estate known as Little Li called out from the distance. Wang Chong had brought this servant with him from the Wang Family Residence.

”Understood. Place it on my desk!” Wang Chong indifferently said without turning his head.

”Yes, Your Highness!” the servant softly said as he came forward with a tray.

But just as he lowered his head and replied, boom! An immense pull erupted and drew the servant along like a ragdoll, his neck falling right into Wang Chong's grasp.

”Your Highness, wh-what are you doing?”

Little Li was shocked and alarmed, and he frantically seized Wang Chong's arm and began to struggle.

”Heh, you lot are just as stubborn as ever! I already warned you once in Zhangchou Jianqiong's estate, but you're still trying to play your tricks in front of me,” Wang Chong coldly said, turning his head and tearing away Little Li's 'face'. With a ripping sound, another, more savage and dangerous, face appeared.

”Your Highness truly has sharp eyes. No matter what we do or how many other people we deceived, we never seem to be able to trick you!” A voice rang out in Wang Chong's ear, but it came not from the 'Little Li' in Wang Chong's grip, but from behind him.

A ghostly figure appeared on the wall of the residence, and then a second, a third, a fourth… They just kept coming, continuing to appear on the walls.

Their cold and eerie eyes were all staring at Wang Chong in the center.

The night was quiet. Wang Chong was the Great Tang's King of Foreign Lands, and his estate was heavily guarded. Logically speaking, the appearance of so many men in black should have alarmed the guards, but the vast estate was quiet. The guards continued to stand sentinel, but they were motionless and showed no reaction.

Thump!

Someone pushed a guard, who toppled to the ground like a wooden post, and then, like a chain of dominoes, more and more guards began to fall.

What followed was absolute silence. In the vast estate, Wang Chong seemed to be the only living person.

”Your Highness, you truly shouldn't have made an enemy of us!”

The 'Little Li' in Wang Chong's hand stopped struggling and looked up at Wang Chong with an eerie and fearless gaze.

Fwoosh!

Suddenly, black flames poured out of the man's open mouth, and in the flames was a black pellet that shot straight toward Wang Chong's face. Even before the pellet got close, Wang Chong could smell a foul odor. There was clearly a terrible poison within.

”Seeking death!”

Wang Chong's expression chilled. Though surprised, he did not show it.

Wang Chong shook his wrist, immediately throwing 'Little Li' into the air and blasting him into a wall a hundred-some feet away. The black pellet was also knocked aside.

Hissss!

The ground began to seethe with black smoke the moment the pellet hit the ground, and everything began to wither and rot. Even a thriving pear tree nearby instantly withered away, shedding all its petals.

Crack! The pear tree collapsed to the ground as if it had been dead for more than a decade.

The poison in that pellet was as toxic as could be!

”Go!”

”Kill him!”

As Wang Chong sent 'Little Li' flying, harsh cries resounded from every corner of the residence.

Thwishthwishthwish!