Mythical Qin: I, Gao Yao, will never be a eunuch!

Chapter 1033 Gao Yao escapes, Han Xin panics!

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, Han Xin suddenly stood up, his movements as fast as lightning. He kicked Feng Gu hard in the chest! This kick was delivered with anger and was extremely powerful. Feng Gu had no time to react and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the hard ground with a painful groan.

Before Feng Gu could struggle to his feet, Han Xin had already drawn his sword! The sword flashed like a bolt of lightning, carrying a chilling aura. With a "snap," it pierced Feng Gu's cheek with perfect precision. The blade pressed against his face, and the icy touch instantly sent a shiver through him. A trickle of blood slowly seeped from the blade.

This sudden outburst of rage and murderous intent completely stunned Feng Gu. Intense pain and the fear of impending death gripped him. For a moment, he stared wide-eyed at Han Xin, who stood above him with a face contorted with rage, and was unable to utter a single word.

"Feng Gu! You have the audacity to do this!" Han Xin's voice was like ice from the deepest hell, filled with murderous intent. "You have repeatedly instigated me to betray the king! Who instructed you? What evil intentions do you harbor?! Speak!"

The sword's edge closed in another fraction, and the bloodline became even more visible.

Feng Gu recovered from his initial shock, feeling the burning pain on his face and the churning pain in his chest. He knew this was his last chance. He endured the discomfort, refusing to beg for mercy. Instead, he stiffened his neck and, in an almost martyr-like tone, hissed, "General! If I have uttered a single falsehood, may I be struck by lightning! This is the current situation in Xianyang, and the predicament you face is a reality that will soon unfold! Every word I speak is for your sake, General, and to find a way to survive for the soldiers who have fought alongside you! If you believe I harbor malicious intentions and do not trust me, then kill me immediately! Feng Gu… will have no complaints!"

He once again invoked the greater good, disregarding his own life and death. This seemingly loyal but ultimately calculated rebuttal only plunged Han Xin into a deeper struggle. Kill him? After all, he was a trusted confidant who had followed him for many years; though his words were unpleasant to hear, they might not be entirely driven by personal motives. Don't kill him? If his words were to spread, it would be a catastrophe that wiped out his entire clan!

Han Xin's hand gripping the sword hilt was white at the knuckles and trembling slightly. His face was terribly grim, and he was torn between two conflicting emotions. In the end, his reluctance to let go of his former subordinates, or rather, his partial agreement with those words, allowed him to suppress his murderous intent with great difficulty.

He abruptly drew his sword, a few drops of blood splattering as it clattered back into its sheath. He turned away, no longer looking at Feng Gu on the ground, his voice filled with a deep weariness and resolute determination: "Guards!"

The guards outside the tent responded and entered.

"Take Feng Gu away! Remove his armor, confiscate his military seal, and immediately... expel him from the camp! Never let him return!" Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Yes, sir!" Although the guards were puzzled, military orders were absolute, and they immediately stepped forward and lifted Feng Gu up from the ground, one on each side.

At this moment, Feng Gu knew the situation was hopeless. Watching Han Xin's resolute retreating figure, endless disappointment and sorrow welled up within him. As the soldiers carried him towards the tent entrance, he used his last strength to utter a final cry, as heart-wrenching as a cuckoo's mournful cry:

"When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked; when the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away! General Han Xin! Do not make a mistake! Do not make a mistake—!"

The sound was shrill and desperate, piercing through the tents and echoing in the silent night sky.

Han Xin stiffened slightly upon hearing this final piece of advice, but he didn't turn around. He simply waved his hand weakly, signaling the soldiers to take the man away quickly. His resolve, it seemed, had become even stronger at this moment because of Feng Gu's extreme stance—he would not betray them under any circumstances.

However, just as Feng Gu was being carried out of the tent by the soldiers, he was suddenly...

A sudden change occurred!

A sharp, cold light, like a venomous snake darting out of the night, pierced through Feng Gu's chest with lightning speed!

"Uh……!"

All of Feng Gu's movements and sounds ceased abruptly in that instant. He looked down in disbelief at the blood-dripping sword tip protruding from his chest, his eyes filled with utter astonishment and bewilderment. With difficulty, he slowly turned his head, trying to see who had attacked him from behind.

When he finally saw that familiar and dignified face by the light of the fire inside the tent, his eyes widened to their limit, and his pupils contracted to needle size due to extreme shock and fear!

"Yes...yes..." He uttered a few indistinct syllables, and finally, all life quickly drained from his eyes. His body went limp, and as the soldiers supporting him loosened their grip in panic, he slowly and heavily collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. His wide-open eyes remained open until his death, frozen in unspeakable horror.

All of this happened too fast; from the appearance of the sword light to Feng Gu falling to the ground, it was only a breath's time. The guards at the tent entrance froze for a moment, then, upon recognizing the newcomer, were terrified out of their wits, falling to their knees in unison, their voices trembling uncontrollably:

"Greetings...Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Han Xin, inside the tent, had already turned around when he heard the strange noise and the exclamations of his personal guards. When he saw the figure slowly walking in from the darkness outside the tent, expressionlessly wiping the bloodstains from his sword, he was struck dumb!

First came an instinctive, heartfelt elation—King Gao Yao had returned safely! The being who was like a god in his heart had not perished in that mysterious underground palace!

But this ecstasy lasted only a moment before being overwhelmed by a bone-chilling, deep-seated fear! When did the king arrive? How much had he heard? Had he heard every single word of Feng Gu's treasonous utterances? Feng Gu was his personal guard commander, his absolute confidant! If his confidant was like this, how could the commander escape responsibility? This… this was a catastrophe!

With a "thump," Han Xin knelt down without hesitation, touching his head to the ground. His voice trembled with extreme fear: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty has returned safely! Han Xin... pays his respects to Your Majesty! Your subject... Your subject..." He wanted to plead guilty, but found his throat tighten and he didn't know how to begin.

Gao Yao, or rather, Gao Yao who had finally escaped from the underground palace after a perilous ordeal, did not immediately pay attention to Han Xin, who was kneeling on the ground, his body trembling slightly. With the assistance of the system and the sharpness of the Crimson Sky Sword, he had carved a path through the buried ruins, following the tiny cracks, and returned to the mortal realm. After returning to Xianyang, he did not make a big fuss, but acted secretly, immediately going to the military camp that was crucial to the empire's lifeline.

He crouched down, carefully examining Feng Gu's corpse on the ground, especially his complexion, pupils, and the slight abnormality he had felt when the weapon pierced his body. He examined Feng Gu's palms, touched the veins on the side of his neck, and his eyes grew increasingly cold.