Though the whole process took some time to describe, it had actually happened in the blink of an eye. In Wanyan Liang's eyes, Gongsun Zhi had charged forward confidently one moment, only for his head to be hanging upside down from his neck the next.
Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren both changed expression. Gongsun Zhi might have been a scoundrel, but his martial arts had truly been formidable. Neither of them believed killing him would have been easy, yet he had died so cleanly at Tang Kuobian's hands. The entire process had seemingly taken just one move?
"How is that possible?!" Wanyan Liang blurted out. Then his expression abruptly changed. "Who exactly are you?"
Song Qingshu spread his hands. "Prince, do you not even recognize me? I am Tang Kuobian."
"You are certainly not Tang Kuobian." Wanyan Liang's voice turned cold. He knew Tang Kuobian's martial arts perfectly well. If Tang Kuobian had truly possessed such skill, he would not have been so easily injured by Huang Rong's Dog Beating Staff in Kaifeng. Wanyan Liang had even specifically sent a physician to treat him then, confirming that his spine had indeed been seriously injured, before deciding to send assassins to kill him while he had the chance.
Song Qingshu laughed. "Since the Prince has seen through me, there is no point in keeping up the act." As he spoke, he removed the mask from his face, revealing his original appearance.
"Song Qingshu!" Wanyan Liang instinctively took a step back. Back at the inn, he had personally witnessed Song Qingshu single-handedly beat the Mongol Empire's many experts into a rout. The scene had left such a powerful impression on him that, seeing his opponent now, he actually felt a little afraid without realizing it.
Empress Peiman's expression was equally remarkable. She