The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1222 - 652: This Time, You Can’t Escape

"Zhang Yan Yi!!"

Xu Jianwen’s eyes turned red, gritting his teeth fiercely, his temples slightly bulging.

He couldn’t understand why Zhang Yan Yi was stepping into the battle.

"Does he not know that forcefully interfering in the Imperial Family’s conflict would damage his cultivation?"

"Does he not know that the Imperial Family carries the fortune of the kingdom, something untouchable to him who cultivates the Heavenly Dao?"

"Does he not want to become a Human Immortal?"

Xu Jianwen couldn’t figure it out!

Why did the always neutral Heavenly Master Mansion suddenly step in? Was it because of Xuan Yin? No... if it were just a battle with the Buddhist, Zhang Yan Yi should have gone to Xiping Road, to the Western Regions, and there’s no reason to come to Yunfu...

Xu Jianwen only knew that his plan to reclaim the throne was likely to fail again, at least today’s siege seemed unlikely to succeed.

At this moment, he was unaware that Zhang Yan Yi had raised his hand to kill Po Yun and Qi Yuchun; otherwise, he would understand that his idea of taking advantage of the Liao Clan army to move north had completely collapsed.

He still harbored a glimmer of hope, guessing that Zhang Yan Yi would only target the Great La Ba.

If that were the case, the Liao army could temporarily retreat and fight again.

Just as he was contemplating these things, Xu Jianwen suddenly felt a familiar sense of crisis, as if something terrifying was quickly closing in behind him.

"Zhao Douan!"

Xu Jianwen’s pupils contracted; this kind of fear was not unfamiliar to him, as he had been hunted by Zhao Douan at Hu Ting in the past.

The opponent possessed Dragon Essence, which allowed him to lock onto Xu Jianwen’s location.

"Did he catch up so quickly? What is Qi Yuchun, that idiot, doing? Why didn’t he stop him?"

Xu Jianwen was both shocked and furious, resorting to a desperate escape.

Unfortunately, his own cultivation was not high, and even though he ran away in advance, the sense of crisis behind him grew closer as time passed.

Finally, it reached a hair-raising intensity; his intuition told him that Zhao Douan had already caught up behind him, but why hadn’t he shown himself?

Can’t keep running like this... I’ll be exhausted to death... Xu Jianwen suddenly stopped, turned around to face the empty mountain woods, slightly panting while warily watching:

"Zhao Douan, come out. I think we can talk. This time you infiltrated the Liao Clan; you must have learned many secrets, right? Don’t you want to discover more hidden truths?"

Woo-woo——

The mountain winds blew through, but no one answered.

Yet the sense of crisis hadn’t dissipated.

Suddenly, from deep in the woods came an "arrow" breaking through the wind.

Xu Jianwen hurriedly dodged; the "arrow" narrowly missed, grazing the top of his head and clipping a strand of hair before piercing a large tree behind him, "poof," almost penetrating the trunk.

It was an "arrow" made from a "branch," which should have had no lethal power, yet wrapped in Qi Mechanism, it became a weapon capable of threatening life.

"Damn..."

Xu Jianwen’s scalp was tingling; he turned his head and started running again, this time sporadically dodging arrows from behind.

Zhao Douan still did not appear.

Xu Jianwen had no choice but to continue fleeing through the forest, but gradually, his stamina waned, his luxurious robe was shredded by branches, and his hair disheveled.

Finally, Xu Jianwen seemed to lose his strength, stopping in front of a small stream; he collapsed on the ground, sweat pouring like rain, gasping as if he were a fish landing ashore, his demeanor collapsing:

"Zhao Douan, does this amuse you? If you want to kill me, then come and do it; stop sneaking around, acting like a coward! You want to shoot me? Then go ahead, shoot!"

He was gambling that the other didn’t want to kill him.

"Whoosh!"

What responded was yet another arrow shooting through the air, but as expected, the arrow merely grazed Xu Jianwen’s parted groin, embedding "poof" half into the ground.

"..." Xu Jianwen’s forehead was drenched with cold sweat more densely, then he heard footsteps approaching.

Zhao Douan, holding the Taibo Bow, slowly walked out from the woods; his expression calm, like a composed hunter enjoying the sight of an exhausted prey.

Zhao Douan casually spoke:

"Xu Jianwen, it’s a pity that there’s no cliff ahead for you this time." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Xu Jianwen lay on the ground, seeming to give up any resistance; he gasped:

"I think we can talk. There’s nothing we can’t discuss. Forget everything else, don’t you want the support of the Liao Clan? With the Liao army, the chances of victory at Xiping Road will be greater... I can offer the Liao Clan to you..."

Zhao Douan continued to approach step by step.

Suddenly, as they reached a certain distance, Xu Jianwen swiftly pushed himself up with his hands!

The center of his brow suddenly "split open," revealing a gray-white "eyeball" that rotated eerily, locking onto Zhao Douan.

At the same time, a dense "curse" descended.

"Zhao Douan" suddenly froze, as if bound by the curse.

Xu Jianwen finally awaited this chance.

"Hahaha..."

He burst into laughter, but soon he couldn’t keep laughing, for he realized that the "Zhao Douan" before him was gradually fading, becoming a rotten tree stump.

"Second Prince, do you think I haven’t acted all along because I feared your eccentric trump card?"

A voice sounded from behind, Xu Jianwen’s hair stood on end, trying to turn around, but it was too late!

Zhao Douan drove his knee sharply into Xu Jianwen’s waist, "crack," his spine seemingly shattered, Xu Jianwen instantly lost feeling in his legs, rendered paralyzed.

Zhao Douan grasped his shoulder with his left hand, and with a "snap," his right hand covered Xu Jianwen’s forehead, fingers piercing in.

"Ah!"

Screams rang out, a gray-white gemstone-like "eyeball" gruesomely dug out by Zhao Douan from flesh and blood.