Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 514 - 162: A Great Wind Blows from the West!!! (10,000-Word Mega Update, the Author is Exhausted)_6

"...you're still as powerful as ever."

Taking half a step back, Helian Zhizhi stopped and said with complexity in his voice, yet flicked his own clothes and said:

"But you might not know that today, I am to be a groom once more."

"It is the esteemed lady of the Tuoba clan, Tuoba Yue, your life is spared because she spoke for you. From this, your relationship must be quite good. Let me think, did you once have feelings for her?"

Baili Feng had no reaction.

The Seventh Prince took two steps forward, getting a little closer to look at him, and continued:

"Yet tonight she will be in my bed, on this very night of the alliance between my Northern Hun and the Chariot Masters."

His voice paused, then with a smile, he said:

"Right, as a concubine."

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Baili Feng slowly lifted his head.

But his face showed none of the fury and pain Helian Zhizhi had hoped for, cold as ice, opening his mouth to spit a mouthful of saliva onto the latter's finely dressed figure, which made the latter's expression instantly stiffen as he slowly looked up.

The bound General of the Qin scornfully said:

"You only dare stand far away and open your mouth."

"Coward, I will certainly kill you someday! No falsehoods!"

The man in ceremonial dress had a rigid face, looking at the half-dead man before him, Baili Feng, his fists slowly clenched.

The fear that had taken root in his heart was gradually replaced by rage, made all the more fierce because of the very presence of that fear.

Trying to contain it, yet looking at the mocking expression on Baili Feng's face, the successful clandestine efforts over this period left him feeling unsettled, let alone facing the one blemish of his own making.

He thought of the strange looks from the attendants around him.

He thought of his own disgraced retreat on the battlefield.

Helian Zhizhi clenched his teeth, finally unable to restrain himself, grabbed a Whip Lock from the waist of a prison guard next to him, took a step forward, and struck Baili Feng heavily just as it had happened on the previous days.

The several prison guards, fearful of an accident, stepped forward while holding their weapons.

The Whip Lock was barbed, not something a common person could handle with ease, and as it struck Baili Feng's body, it tore off a large chunk of flesh, blood flowing freely, even the prison guards accustomed to such sights felt their scalps tingle.

"General!"

Two Qin soldiers instinctively struggled to rise, only to be quickly subdued by two prison guards holding them down, unable to do as they wished. Baili Feng looked at the panting young man before him with cold eyes and scornfully said:

"Is this the extent of your strength?"

"You..."

Enraged to the extreme, the young man raised his whip and viciously continued to lash at Baili Feng, but the latter, despite the multiple gashes on his body, showed no change in expression, remaining as mocking as ever, saying:

"Haven't you eaten? Or are you a delicate woman, no, perhaps a little young master..."

"Hahaha, that's more like it."

The laughter unceasing, the two prison guards felt a certain oppressive emotion and subconsciously stepped back half a step.

They felt that even though the Qin General laughing there looked miserable, there was an inexplicable sensation about him, whereas the Seventh Prince, with his ferocious and brutal appearance, seemed to be at a disadvantage, instilling a sense of awe in their hearts.

"Shut your mouth!"

Helian Zhizhi lashed out with the whip again, seemingly extremely vexed, he stepped forward furiously and threw a punch at Baili Feng's abdomen. Baili Feng coughed out fresh blood, his body instinctively curling up, bringing a sense of satisfaction to the Seventh Prince's heart.

But in the next moment, Baili Feng, who should have been restrained by ropes, suddenly burst free.

Like a tiger laying in wait for a long time.

Chains trembled, the sound of clanging resounding!

With one grab, Baili Feng seized the Whip Lock, his eyes icy cold, and with a powerful yank toward himself, Helian Zhizhi panicked.

Looking at Baili Feng, he felt as if he were back on that battlefield, watching that military general charging on horseback, he grabbed greedily for the Whip Lock, but ended up pulling Baili Feng directly towards himself.

The two prison guards' expressions changed drastically, they lunged forward, their weapons ready to strike, but they were stopped by two other prison guards whose Curved Sabers heavily chopped down on the shoulders of the two black-clothed Qin soldiers.

"Hahaha, come and keep me company for a while!"

In the midst of laughter, a Qin soldier suddenly spread his arms wide and embraced one of the prison guards, tumbling to the ground while allowing the weapon to stab his own shoulder, he yelled angrily, trapping the Curved Saber with his clavicle.

Today was the day of the alliance, and Helian Zhizhi had not brought his subordinates with him.

Baili Feng's eyes widened.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, he could feel his heartbeat, feel the warmth of his breath, and all other sounds and colors fled from him.

In the first moment, his body hit the ground with a dull thud, Baili Feng surged forward.

He saw the dilating pupils of the young man opposite him, saw his own reflection in them.

Breathing heavily and intensely, Baili Feng forcefully raised his hand, seizing the retreating prince who was about to call out. The prince's martial arts were not inferior to his, but now he couldn't resist effectively.

In the second moment.

Baili Feng's hand formed a circle and tightened, covering Helian Zhizhi's mouth and nose, his right hand swiftly retrieved an object from within his attire and with all his might, he brutally stabbed into the major artery in the young man's neck.

With a splattering sound, the weapon drove deeply, hot, copper-tasting blood pouring forth.

Helian Zhizhi's eyes bulged, then gradually became listless.

Outside the dungeon, a chilling westerly wind arrived suddenly, swirling violently, Golden Bells jingled, red silk billowed fiercely like flames, dancing incessantly. The Patrol Guards among the Soldiers in the encampment couldn't help but stop and look up at the sudden gust of wind.