Would Ziqing cry?

“She won’t — because this king will not die!”

Jun Beiyue said coldly, switching his sword to his left hand, leaping backward through the air, slashing to block the incoming arrows!

Moments ago, he had been caught off guard — but now, he would absolutely not let Jun Beiyao succeed. Compared to wielding the sword with his right hand, Jun Beiyue’s left hand proved remarkably agile.

Min Han Mudur, who had already retreated to Jun Beiyao’s side, couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. “This fellow really is formidable!”

“Heh, just wait — he won’t be formidable for much longer!” Jun Beiyao said dismissively, shouting loudly, “Shoot! Don’t stop! Shoot him down for me, hard!”

At these words, Min Han Mudur, who had been quite pleased with himself a moment ago, froze — and then the handsome, radiant smile on his face instantly dropped!

What had he just heard?

He’d heard Jun Beiyao actually referring to himself as “this king” in front of him, using that title to command his own Xiongnu archers!

Min Han Mudur took several steps back, staring coldly at Jun Beiyao, his guard immediately going up!

Jun Beiyao’s earlier accurate assessment of the Dongqin Empress’s spy had renewed Min Han Mudur’s trust in him, dispelling the doubts he’d once harbored. But now… Min Han Mudur had grown thoroughly wary of him once more!

This Jun Beiyao was clearly using him!

And just as Min Han Mudur’s suspicions were mounting, seeing that Jun Beiyue was still holding his own against the barrage, showing no sign of defeat, Jun Beiyao grew increasingly desperate. He snatched a bow from one of his guards and shouted furiously, “Useless fools, what good are you!”

With that, he took up the bow himself, aiming it straight at Jun Beiyue.

The guard looked toward Min Han Mudur, utterly bewildered, entirely innocent in this!

Jun Beiyao, his eyes bloodshot with killing intent by now, seeing Jun Beiyue still managing to defend himself, grew even more enraged and roared, “Shoot! No one is to stop!”

“I’m telling you all — if Jun Beiyue doesn’t die today, you will! Do you hear me!”

“Kill him! Kill him for me!”

…

“Stop!”

Suddenly, amid Jun Beiyao’s frenzied shouting, Min Han Mudur abruptly bellowed out a command of his own!

After all, this archer unit belonged to Min Han Mudur — the moment he gave the order, no one paid any more attention to Jun Beiyao at all!

The entire army came to a complete halt!

At the same moment, Jun Beiyue also stopped moving, sword in his left hand, his right hand dripping with blood, standing like a warrior fresh from a bloody battle, staring coldly at Jun Beiyao!

“No! You!”

Jun Beiyao shook his head over and over in disbelief, his entire focus so fixed on Jun Beiyue that he hadn’t even noticed Min Han Mudur’s fury building!

“How are you still standing! Weren’t you poisoned?”

The arrows had been poisoned! Jun Beiyue should have collapsed long ago — so why was he still standing there in midair, looking down on him as if he were some kind of god!

Why, even now, in this moment, did he still feel so utterly beneath Jun Beiyue?

“Shoot, why have you stopped — keep going for me!” Jun Beiyao roared, only then turning around to look behind him.

Behind him, all the archers stood expressionless, motionless!

“What are you all standing there for, how dare you defy this king’s orders!” Jun Beiyao shouted — but the moment the words left his mouth, he finally noticed Min Han Mudur’s darkened expression!

In that instant, he snapped out of his frenzy and was about to speak, but Min Han Mudur paid him no attention at all, raising his bow and aiming it at Jun Beiyue instead, saying coldly, “Jun Beiyue, this prince respects you! The grudge between you two brothers is none of my concern. If you want the Dongqin Empress’s head, come and take it at the ten northern border prefectures of Dongqin!”

With that, Min Han Mudur waved his hand and immediately ordered a retreat, not even sparing Jun Beiyao another glance, turning his horse and riding off.

In an instant, the space around Jun Beiyao emptied entirely!

He was left alone, facing Jun Beiyue by himself!

Jun Beiyue remained still, but his sharp eyes stared coldly at Jun Beiyao.

Terrified, Jun Beiyao drew his sword, staying on guard while chasing after Min Han Mudur.

“Your Highness, wait!”

“Your Highness, you can’t let such a good opportunity slip away!”

“Your Highness, doing this is like releasing a tiger back into the mountains!”

Min Han Mudur certainly heard Jun Beiyao’s pleas, but he couldn’t be certain how much strength Jun Beiyue still had left, nor could he be sure how soon Da Zhou’s main forces would arrive.

In this battle, he had truly witnessed a war god. He knew full well that Jun Beiyao had poisoned the arrows, and yet Jun Beiyue had managed to hold out this long, facing a hundred alone, still standing tall in midair, refusing to fall!

For this alone, he held genuine admiration and respect for Jun Beiyue!

On the other hand, he also didn’t want to take unnecessary risks — this wasn’t where his main forces were stationed, after all. In a sense, by letting Jun Beiyue go, he was also letting himself escape Jun Beiyue!

Not until Min Han Mudur and Jun Beiyao had both ridden far into the distance did Jun Beiyue slowly descend to the ground — but the moment his feet touched down, he suddenly lost his strength and dropped to one knee!

Jun Beiyao truly was despicable — the poison on the arrows was Ten-Fragrance Bone-Softening Powder. If he hadn’t gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure, he would have already been pierced through by countless arrows by now!

That Jun Beiyao!

Even if he couldn’t kill the Dongqin Empress today, he would absolutely tear Jun Beiyao limb from limb!

Jun Beiyue leaned on his sword to push himself back up, drew out the fire striker from inside his robe, and sent up a distress signal!

The moment the signal appeared, the shadow guards left behind at camp were all shocked — no one spared another thought for Bai Mengmeng, and even the shadow guard stationed at Hongyi’s door abandoned Hongyi and rushed off!

If the prince had sent up this signal, something serious must have happened, his very life must be in danger — they needed to mobilize the entire force!

In less than the time it takes for half a stick of incense to burn, all the shadow guards had gathered before Jun Beiyue. Seeing him covered in blood, they were all shocked, but none dared to ask, waiting only for his order.

“Pursue — toward the northern border. Trap Jun Beiyao. This king will take his head with his own hands,” Jun Beiyue commanded coldly, word by word.

“Yes!” the group answered in unison and immediately gave chase.

Jun Beiyue sat down to channel his energy and force out the poison. Within moments, he had managed to expel half of the Ten-Fragrance Bone-Softening Powder from his system!

Expelling even half of it was enough for him to personally cut down Jun Beiyao.

His eyes turned cold and sharp as he rose and immediately gave chase.

Meanwhile, Jun Beiyao was still chasing after Min Han Mudur — the Xiongnu were strong and fast runners.

Jun Beiyao was left far behind, and knowing Min Han Mudur was still furious with him, he didn’t dare follow too closely. Still, he never expected Jun Beiyue’s shadow guards to catch up with him and surround him!

“What do you all want!”

“Do you know His Highness Min Han’s men are nearby? If you don’t want to die, get lost!”

“What kind of war god is Jun Beiyue anyway — if he’s got the nerve, let him come chase me himself!”

But just as these words left his mouth, Jun Beiyue appeared right before him. The Ten-Fragrance Bone-Softening Powder hadn’t been fully expelled yet, and he still stood somewhat unsteadily, but he leaned on his sword, planted in the ground, and looked at Jun Beiyao coldly. “This king is here.”

Jun Beiyao broke out in a cold sweat of terror. A villain was a villain through and through — he immediately dropped to his knees with a thud. “Fourth Brother, I was wrong! I know I was wrong, Fourth Brother, His Highness Min Han trusts me, I’m willing to serve as your mole, to help you wipe out the Xiongnu’s stronghold in one stroke! Fourth Brother, trust me!”

Would Jun Beiyue trust him? If he did, he wouldn’t be Jun Beiyue at all!

He walked toward Jun Beiyao step by step, the blade of his sword resting against his neck, the corner of his mouth curving into a cold smile. Without a single wasted word, he swung the sword in one swift motion, and Jun Beiyao’s head fell to the ground.

Enemies, foes — they could provoke him, hurt him, even try to kill him. But he would never allow anyone to use the name Han Ziqing to provoke him in front of him — that was nothing short of courting death.

He would never let Ziqing cry.