Invincibility starts when I see the BOSS health bar.

Chapter 1030 Urgent Journey

Fang Yu scanned the area, preparing to search for a way to infiltrate or capture someone for questioning.

Just then, a man dressed in the uniform of a servant of the Xi family, who looked like a steward, walked out from the side door, cursing and swearing, as if he had just been scolded by his master.

A rare opportunity!

Fang Yu's figure flashed like a ghost, and like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, he instantly pounced down from the wall!

The servant felt a blur before his eyes, then a tremendous force came over him, his throat was gripped, and he was lifted off the ground, all his screams stuck in his throat.

"Tell me, where is Xidi?" Fang Yu's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.

The servant was terrified, feeling the terrifying power and killing intent emanating from the other man's hand. He dared not hide anything and stammered, "Young...Young Master...just...just took a group of people and escorted a carriage...out..."

Just stepped out? A carriage?

Fang Yu immediately recalled the fleeting glimpse he had just caught on the wall of the convoy that had just turned the corner!
"go!"

Without hesitation, he casually tossed the servant who had fainted from fright into a corner, gave a shout, and, along with Zhuge Shi and Gao Meng, sped off like three arrows in the direction the caravan had left!

As Xidi rode his well-fed warhorse, his palms were slightly damp with cold sweat, sticking stickily to the reins.

His gaze, like a searchlight, constantly scanned the shadows of the buildings standing silently in the thick darkness on both sides of the street, as well as every alleyway corner where danger might be lurking.

He knew perfectly well that secrets don't stay hidden forever. He had spent a fortune and used his connections to obtain the strange corpse and was going to secretly escort it out of the city. Although he had tried his best to keep it under wraps and used every possible means of secrecy, in the capital city where spies were everywhere, it was inevitable that some news would still leak out.

At this moment, there might already be greedy or hostile eyes lurking in some dark corner, watching their team like venomous snakes.

Therefore, he led his team to choose relatively secluded routes with less traffic, maintaining a pace that was neither too fast nor too slow, so as not to attract attention or appear guilty. At the same time, he kept his lips tightly pursed and constantly used stern eyes to signal his guards to be vigilant, and his fingers never strayed too far from the hilt of his sword at his waist.

"Aren't you being too cautious? We're almost at the city gate, what could possibly happen? Isn't Young Master Xi a little..." In the group, a young guard with a scar on his face and a slightly impatient temperament couldn't help but lower his voice and sneer at his companion when Xi Di turned his gaze to the other side. He felt that this pampered young master was a little too nervous and seeing threats everywhere.

Siddi's ears twitched slightly, as if he had caught the faint murmur, but his expression remained unchanged, and he did not turn around to pay attention.

Baron, the captain of the guards who walked at the very front of the group, seemingly strolling leisurely but whose aura always enveloped the entire area, suddenly turned around. His sharp, hawk-like eyes coldly swept over the talkative guard. He didn't say a word, but the warning in his eyes was like a tangible ice pick, instantly silencing the guard. The guard's face turned pale, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to utter another word.

In this team hastily assembled with a hefty sum of money, strength is the only hard truth. Baron, who has reached the Soul Realm, is the undisputed authority, and no one dares to challenge him easily.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Xidi raised his arm and tightened the reins. The horse let out a dissatisfied neigh, raised its front hooves slightly, and stopped.

"Young Master Xi, what's wrong? There's nothing up ahead."

A man who looked like a guard captain asked in confusion, glancing at the empty street ahead but finding nothing unusual.

Instead of answering him immediately, Siddi frowned and cast a questioning and slightly nervous glance at Baron, who was standing in front of him with his arms crossed.

His intuition told him that something was wrong with the silence.

Baron still held his strangely curved scimitar, standing there seemingly casually, as if he had blended into the surrounding shadows.

But a glint of shrewdness flashed in his half-open eyes.

He nodded slightly, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping: "It's too quiet. At this hour, this street leading to the back alley of the West Market shouldn't be completely deserted."

His senses were far more acute than those of ordinary martial artists; he had clearly detected the faint killing intent permeating the air and the unusual stillness of the area.

Upon hearing this, Xi Di felt a slight chill in his heart, and his reliance on and gratitude for the captain he had hired at great expense increased even more.

He asked in a deep voice, "Does Lord Ba also feel something is amiss?"

Seeing this, the scarred guard who had just sneered curled his lip again. He was about to mutter, "What a fuss over nothing, scaring himself," when suddenly, the disdain on his face froze and turned into extreme horror!

Driven almost by the instinct for survival, he suddenly raised the heavy iron-clad scabbard in his hand and blocked with all his might towards the left side of his neck!
"clang--!"

A crisp, short impact sound rang out!
He narrowly deflected a tiny, three-inch-long, jet-black dart shaped like a snake's fang, which was less than three inches from his throat!
The tip of the dart even grazed the leather of his neck brace, leaving a trail of tiny sparks!

The chilling sensation of death seemed to linger on his skin, and the sudden surge of cold sweat almost soaked through his inner shirt. The lingering fear was like being doused with ice water, leaving him cold all over and frozen in place.

"Enemy attack! All units on alert! Protect the cargo!"

Baron seemed to have just "awakened" from his languid state, slowly drawing the curved sword from his waist. The gleaming blade reflected a chilling light in the dim moonlight.

His voice still carried that annoying composure, but the commands he issued were clear, cold, and carried an unquestionable authority.

Xidi's face was so dark it could drip water, and his heart sank. The thing he feared most had finally happened!
Almost at the same instant the poisoned dart was blocked, as if receiving some kind of signal, more than a dozen dark figures emerged like ghosts from the shadows of the walls and rooftops on both sides of the street, which had been silent before!

These people moved nimbly and quickly, and all of them wore bull-head masks, which made the guards pause for a moment.

"A... a masked person?!"

Among the guards, a young guard who looked inexperienced cried out in alarm, his voice filled with uncontrollable fear.

After all, the rumors about the "masked man" were currently rampant in the capital. But his exclamation was quickly interrupted by a slightly older guard beside him in a low, stern shout: "Idiot! Shut up! Use your brain! How could it be the real masked man! Would someone like that even bother with our little bit of merchandise? They're just a bunch of cowardly rats using his name to operate, hiding their true colors!"

Xi Di forced himself to remain calm and shouted in a cold voice, trying to stabilize the morale of the troops: "What's the panic! Everyone stay calm! As far as I know, the real masked people only target demons and monsters, and they have their own methods! These people in front of us are nothing but a bunch of cowardly thugs who are greedy for money and dare not show their true faces! Form ranks and meet the enemy!"

Those dozen or so minotaur masked men were clearly well-trained and coordinated perfectly. Without any unnecessary words or pre-battle challenges, they pounced down silently from above like hungry wolves smelling blood!

The various weapons in their hands gleamed with a deadly cold light. They had a clear division of labor: some of them clung to the outer guards like maggots, while the others, the fastest and most agile, shot straight at the carriage in the center of the group, which was covered with a thick black cloth and exuded a faint, chilling aura!
"Protect the cargo! Don't let them get near the wagons!"

Xi Di's pupils contracted sharply, and he shouted. He then spurred his horse and pressed it tightly against the side of the carriage. With a clang, he drew his sword. Although his palms were sweaty, his eyes were fierce.

He knew his strength was probably no match for these desperados, but he had to at least show that he would live or die with the goods to keep the mercenaries calm.

"kill!"

The guards were also aroused by the sudden attack. They roared, mustered their inner strength, and brandished their weapons to meet the attack.

In an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced, and a fierce battle erupted!

Baron finally moved at this moment.

He appears slow, but he's actually as fast as lightning!

The figure blurred like a ghost and cut into the center of the chaotic battle, with a clear target: the masked leader who was charging at the front and was about to break through the defenses and reach the carriage.

The incredibly curved scimitar in his hand drew a strange arc with his movements, silent yet sharp enough to tear everything apart, aiming straight for his opponent's neck!
The masked leader was clearly surprised to find such a formidable expert hidden in the opposing team; the speed and the swordplay completely exceeded his expectations!
In the heat of the moment, he could only rely on his extensive combat experience to desperately parry upwards with the thick-backed cleaver in his hand!

Clang——

Click!

puff! ! !
First came the deafening sound of metal breaking!
The thick-backed cleaver made of fine steel in the masked leader's hand was cleaved in two by Baron's seemingly casual slash, just like rotten wood!

The blade moved almost without pause, carrying a chilling aura of death, and swiftly slashed into his chest!
He could even clearly hear the terrifying sound of his ribs shattering!
The excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed him, his eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and despair. He was thrown backward as if he had been struck by a charging bull, crashing heavily against the hard wall behind him with a dull thud. Blood instantly stained the wall, and it was clear he was not going to survive.

"A... a master of the Soul Realm?!"

Among the other masked men fighting, someone noticed this horrific scene and gasped in shock, their voice trembling with extreme fear.

Baron stood holding his knife, the tip of the blade dripping slowly, splashing tiny plum blossoms on the bluestone slab.

A cruel and contemptuous sneer curled at the corner of his lips, his voice as cold as ice: "Now that you know, why don't you get the hell out of here? Get out now, and you might still have your dog's life!"

Before he finished speaking, he launched another attack, his figure transforming into a black whirlwind!

As he wielded his curved sword, he created visible, sharp gusts of wind, and wherever he passed, the air seemed to whistle as it was being cut!

His swordsmanship was unpredictable and ruthless, with tricky angles. Often, just as the enemy was restrained by the attacks of other guards and revealed the slightest opening, his sword light, like the spitting of a venomous snake, would find the gap and enter, either easily cutting off the opponent's weapon or leaving deep, bloody wounds on their body!
"what!"

"my hand!"

In just seven or eight breaths, two more masked men who tried to approach the carriage were severely injured by him with lightning speed. One man's arm holding the knife was severed at the shoulder, and the other man had a huge gash cut open in his chest and abdomen, his intestines almost spilling out. He screamed and fell to the ground, instantly losing his fighting ability.

"This is a tough one! The wind's blowing too fast, let's get out of here!"

Seeing the situation was dire, the last remaining deputy leader among the masked men realized that they had truly met their match. In particular, this terrifying swordsman at the Soul Realm level was someone they were simply no match for. If they continued to entangle themselves, they would likely be wiped out. He immediately let out a sharp, urgent whistle and ordered a retreat without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, the remaining masked men, like startled sparrows, abandoned all further entanglement. They feinted an attack to break free from their opponents and swiftly retreated into the dark alleys on both sides of the street, clearly having planned for their eventual defeat.

Baron stopped his pursuit, his scimitar pointing diagonally at the ground, blood droplets sliding down the blade.

He glanced back at Xidi, whose face was still pale, his eyes questioning.

With his strength, even if he unleashed his full power, he might not be able to capture most of the enemy's men, but he was quite confident that he could seize one or two survivors in the chaos and interrogate them about their origins.

Do you want to take action?
As Xidi watched the attackers disappear into the darkness like shadows, his facial muscles twitched, and his eyes flashed with anger, lingering fear, and deep consideration.

He clenched his fists tightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head with difficulty. He lowered his voice and said with a hint of reluctance and helplessness, "Forget it, Lord Ba. Don't pursue a cornered enemy. Our primary task is to escort the goods out of the city without any mishaps. The fight just now was quite loud and must have attracted the attention of some people nearby. We must leave this place of trouble as soon as possible to avoid any further complications."

It wasn't that he didn't want to find the mastermind, but he was afraid that if the other party had a stronger backup plan, or if the delay attracted investigation, then the trouble would be huge, and this crucial transaction might fall through.

Baron shrugged his broad shoulders nonchalantly, as if the fierce battle just now was merely a warm-up.

With a flick of his wrist, he shook off the bloodstains remaining on the blade and smoothly sheathed the scimitar back into its scabbard at his waist with a soft "click".

After this sudden attack, the last vestiges of hope and complacency in the group were completely shattered. All the guards were on high alert, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily, their knuckles turning white from gripping their weapons so tightly.

Urged on by Xidi, the team regrouped and, escorting the carriages, sped towards the city gate, which was not far away, at an even faster pace than before, almost at a jog.

(End of this chapter)