NOVGO.NET Chapter 1166 - Chapter 1166 Chapter 1166 Vassal State Visitor_1
Chapter 1166: Chapter 1166: Vassal State Visitor_1 Chapter 1166: Chapter 1166: Vassal State Visitor_1 He saw a group of over a dozen fine horses galloping from a distance, with a woman in blue at the forefront. Following her, more than ten other riders–men and women alike–continually shot arrows at her.
The woman in blue couldn’t dodge in time and was struck by an arrow in her right arm, her body going limp, nearly falling off the horse.
Tong Sanlang witnessed this scene and, without a second thought, used his lightness skill to arrive in front of the woman’s horse in the blink of an eye. He drew the long whip from his waist, and with a flick, intercepted all the arrows aimed at the woman, “This is Capital City, a place of importance. Fighting is forbidden. Who goes there? State your name!”
His bellow contained his inner strength, the power of his voice causing the more than ten pursuers to subconsciously cover their ears. He raised his long whip again, moving like a wraith through the horses, and in a blink, he’d snatched all their bows and arrows.
After tossing the bows and arrows on the ground, he leapt back to the woman in blue, the whip lashing out to coil around the bridle of her steed, forcibly bringing it to a stop, “Halt! This is Capital City, where fighting is forbidden!”
The woman in blue hadn’t expected this move, and the sudden stop, compounded by the arrow wound in her arm, made her body sway and fall toward the ground.
Seeing this, Tong Sanlang swung his whip again, catching her mid-fall and pulling her to his side before she hit the ground.
“Miss, are you alright?” he glanced at her right arm, noticing the blood nearly staining her entire arm red, he frowned and turned back.
His ten subordinates were also quickly approaching, and seeing this, he instructed, “Go find a doctor to dress this young lady’s wound.”
No sooner had he spoken than someone answered in agreement.
Only then did he turn his attention to the more than a dozen men and women before him.
The attire of these men and women clearly differed from that of Daqi’s people; their skin was a tawny yellow, resembling that of people from the south.
“Who are you?” he asked with a furrowed brow.
“And who are you?” The leading woman glared at him furiously, swiftly drawing a dagger from her waist and pointing it at him, rebuked, “What business is my killing to you?”
Her Daqi language was awkward, her pronunciation strange, but barely understandable.
Tong Sanlang took in her features, his face expressionless, “You’re on Daqi soil, planning to kill; naturally, I must intervene. Moreover, this is the Capital City, where fighting, let alone killing, is not tolerated.”
“Now that you stand on Daqi’s land, you must abide by the laws of Daqi.”
Hardly had the words left Tong Sanlang’s mouth when the brash woman was about to speak, a man beside her raised a hand and tugged at her garment, signaling her to remain silent.
The man dismounted and approached Tong Sanlang, offering a fist-and-palm salute, “Brother, I am the prince of Yuchi Country, Qingye, and this is my sister, Qinglian. We are here to pursue the princess of the Divine Tree Tribe, Ailiusa.”
He said, pointing at the woman in blue standing beside Tong Sanlang.
His command of the Daqi language was much more articulate than Qinglian’s, sounding like that of a local.
Moreover, the information conveyed in his words was vast, causing Tong Sanlang’s brows to knit into a knot.
Yuchi Country, a small nation bordering the southern frontier of Daqi, was home to a lake known as Yuchi, hence the nation’s name. Yuchi was a vassal state of Daqi, sending envoys each year to learn and engage in cultural exchange, holding Daqi culture in high esteem.