northernbook Chapter 189: A Show of Power
Chapter 189: A Show of Power
Chapter 189: A Show of Power
"Halt! This is the residence of the Northern Han envoys. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to approach!" Two soldiers stretched out their hands to block Li Longqian's path and said coldly.
The armor they wore was not that of the Southern Tang soldiers, but rather that of the Northern Han. These two soldiers had come from afar with the Northern Han envoy team, which explained why they didn't recognize Li Longqian, the Southern Tang prince.
When Li Longqian was blocked in his way by two soldiers, he immediately flew into a rage: "Are you blind? You dare to block my way?"
After saying that, he raised his hand and slapped the two soldiers.
Although Li Longqian was considered a waste by Lin Fei, his cultivation level merely a result of piling up countless pills, he still possessed the cultivation of the Acupoint Realm. These two soldiers, only at the Body Tempering Realm, were no match for a single palm strike from Li Longqian.
The two soldiers were immediately slapped to the ground by Li Longqian, spitting blood and falling unconscious.
"Hmph, you blind bastard, how dare you block my way!" Li Longqian snorted coldly and was about to step into the courtyard.
Just then, a cold laugh suddenly rang out from inside the courtyard: "Where did this ill-mannered brat come from? Daring to hit even the soldiers of my Northern Han Kingdom?"
A young man dressed in silver armor walked out from the courtyard.
The young man was broad-shouldered and burly, with an extraordinary and heroic air about him, exuding a murderous aura with every move he made. On his back was a large sword that was almost half the size of his body.
"I..." Seeing the young man's heroic bearing, Li Longqian was about to speak when the young man coldly interrupted him.
"No need to say anything!" The young man drew his broadsword from his back and looked at Li Longqian, saying, "You attacked my Northern Han soldiers. Let me beat you down to their level first, and then we can talk!"
Li Longqian himself was an unreasonable person, but he never expected that the other party would be even more unreasonable than him. How dare these Northern Han people be so arrogant on Southern Tang territory?
With a flash of light, the young man, without waiting for Li Longqian to explain further, slashed at him with his blade.
As the saying goes, the layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the details. Lin Fei himself was a master of swordsmanship, and as soon as this young man made his move, Lin Fei had already discerned some clues—this guy was definitely not an ordinary person.
Amidst the flashing blades of the young man, the faint sounds of a thousand horses neighing could be heard; each strike was as if a million people were exerting their strength together. This style bore a resemblance to the spear technique of his sworn brother, Xiang Boyue.
Lin Fei also realized that although the young man seemed very angry, he hadn't actually used his full strength. If he had used his full power, Li Longqian probably wouldn't have been able to withstand even three strikes and would have ended up on the ground like the two soldiers.
Even though the young man held back, Li Longqian was completely overwhelmed and unable to fight back. He jumped around, constantly dodging the young man's blade flashes, just like a monkey being teased.
Although Li Longqian was a spoiled brat, he wasn't stupid. In just a few moves, he realized that his opponent's cultivation level far surpassed his own. Moreover, his opponent seemed to have no intention of defeating him at all, but rather was toying with him like a cat playing with a mouse.
Li Longqian was, after all, a prince of the Southern Tang Dynasty. To be played like a monkey was not only a disgrace to him, but would also bring shame upon the entire Southern Tang Kingdom. Li Longqian was sweating profusely with anxiety, but he was completely helpless against the young man. Finally, he cried out loudly, "Brother, save me! Brother, save me!"
Lin Fei had been standing by with his hands in his pockets, watching the show. He was happy to see Li Longqian get his comeuppance. However, now that Li Longqian had asked for help, Lin Fei had no choice but to intervene.
Because if this continues, it won't just be Li Longqian who loses face, but the entire Southern Tang Kingdom, and even he, the eldest prince, will lose face along with him.
Emperor Li Yu of Tang would certainly not want to see his prince made a fool of by the Northern Han envoys. If Lin Fei ignored the situation and allowed Li Longqian to lose face completely, it would likely leave a bad impression on Li Yu.
"Brother, you've vented your anger, shouldn't you stop now?" Lin Fei snorted coldly, flipped his hand to take out the Blood Demon Blade, and slashed straight forward.
The blade flashed like blood, slashing through the air without any fancy moves. But the young man felt as if his thousands of troops had instantly turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
He hurriedly drew his sword to protect himself, ignoring Li Longqian and using all his strength to defend against Lin Fei's seemingly effortless strike.
The two blades collided. Lin Fei stood still, while the young man staggered back six or seven steps before finally stopping.
The young man held a large knife, his gaze fixed intently on Lin Fei, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Clearly, the pressure Lin Fei exerted on this young man was immense.
"What a Blood-Slaying Blade!" The young man felt as if Lin Fei, who was holding the blade, was a mountain blocking his way, making it difficult for him to breathe. His expression was extremely solemn.
In contrast to the young man's solemn expression, Lin Fei appeared completely at ease. With a flick of his wrist, he stored the Blood Demon Blade back into his storage space. He smiled slightly and cupped his hands in a respectful greeting to the young man: "I am Li Longyuan of the Tang Kingdom. May I ask your name?"
"Well done, 'Dao Sword Demon Blade' Li Longyuan! You truly live up to your reputation!" The young man laughed heartily, sheathed his broadsword back on his back, and bowed to Lin Fei: "Pingyang, Huo Jingguang!"
"As expected, he's from the Huo family of Pingyang!" Lin Fei glanced at the large sword on the young man's back.
In fact, Lin Fei had already guessed the young man's identity to some extent from the moment he appeared. The Huo family of Pingyang was renowned for its bravery, and their champion swordsmanship was unique in the world.
"So it's His Highness the Prince of Southern Tang!" Just then, another voice rang out from the courtyard: "I am so sorry for not greeting you sooner! I am so sorry for not greeting you sooner! I am so sorry for rudeness!"
The voice, though from a great distance, began to apologize, seemingly with utmost sincerity, but Lin Fei felt only a cold laugh in his heart.
It's not that the other side didn't know the prince had arrived; they clearly wanted to give him and Li Longqian a hard time.
If Huo Jingguang truly didn't know Lin Fei and Li Longqian's identities, why would he have held back with every strike? And why would the people in this courtyard have appeared so promptly?
A man who looked to be in his fifties with gray hair hurriedly walked out of the courtyard. From a distance, he clasped his hands in a gesture of apology.
However, Lin Fei could not detect any sincerity in his expression.