Invincibility starts when I see the BOSS health bar.

Chapter 953 Sneak Attack
crazy.

Many hall masters couldn't help but shake their heads slightly.

Many people don't even know who Diao Deyi is; all they know is that Ya Qingli has gone crazy again.

His mind has been corrupted by demonic influence; he's beyond saving.

This kind of person who has completely lost their mind should have been replaced from the position of prefect long ago.

In other words, his combat skills are quite outstanding, enough to make him a qualified bodyguard, which is why he has managed to stay in this position until now.

Now that the head of the hall has run into trouble, it's only natural that a prefecture lord who can't even do the job of a bodyguard properly and can't give the explanations his superiors want. Being dismissed and forced to step down is the only outcome he can expect.

Nobody cares about losers.

At this moment, Ya Qingli is a loser in the eyes of these hall masters.

Instead of wasting time focusing on Ya Qingli's madness, it would be better to save that energy to get to know the next Lord of the Manor. I've heard there are quite a few candidates.

Making friends beforehand might save you a lot of trouble.

After saying that, the man got up to leave.

Ya Qingli didn't stop her, she just watched coldly.

Because she had already said what she wanted to say.

Things have come to this point, and her position as the head of the manor is no longer secure. So she might as well take advantage of the fact that she is still in power and do whatever she wants without worrying about those messy, trivial matters anymore.

The news of her dismissal plunged Ya Qingli into despair, but it also freed her from all constraints, allowing her to unleash her true self and act directly with almost animalistic instincts.

Seeing this, the others glanced at Ya Qingli and also got up and left.

In the small bureaucracy of the Foolish Underworld, those who lose power are like stray dogs on the roadside, not worth mentioning.

Seeing this, Ya Qingli sneered and prepared to leave as well, beginning to take action.

All that searching and arresting was a charade.

The Foolish Underworld possesses such vast resources that everything must be done according to the rules.

She was absolutely certain that the prisoner's abduction and Qianjin Xun's death had nothing to do with Diao Deyi, but she still had to go through the proper procedures.

Process, process, process! What a terrible process!

In a few more days, I will no longer be the Lord of the Foolish Underworld.

If that's the case, then I can do whatever I want!

Leaving the gates of the Foolish Underworld with a murderous aura, Ya Qingli headed straight for... the Ouyang Mansion!

……

As dusk settled, the fading sunset faded, casting a hazy, iron-gray hue over the cobblestone streets.

Pedestrians hurried along the street, as if driven by an invisible whip, eager to return home before nightfall. Along both sides of the street, the lights of various vendors lit up one after another, forming a dim, flowing river of light.

Just then, a loud and energetic shout pierced through the slightly noisy crowd, grabbing Fang Yu's attention like a hook:
"Freshly baked sesame seed cakes! Freshly baked! Hot and crispy!"

That call, brimming with the warmth of everyday life, wafted towards us on the warm breeze, carrying the aroma of roasted dough mixed with the rich scent of sesame.

Fang Yu didn't feel hungry, but the aroma seemed to tug at his stomach, and a long-lost craving quietly crept into his heart.

He couldn't help but stop and glance at the busy pancake stall.

Whether it's considered a unique specialty of Beijing or not, the sesame seed cakes here are indeed different from others—each one is as big as a large bowl, with a golden and plump surface, covered with dense sesame seeds, and you can feel the thickness of the dough and the generous filling even from a distance.

"Give me ten sesame seed cakes."

Fang Yu took a few steps forward, stopped in front of the stall, and called out to the vendor whose arms were steadily kneading dough.

"Oh! Alright! Please wait a moment, sir! These are fresh out of the oven, the best quality sesame seed cakes, but... they're so hot they'll burn your hands, so please handle them carefully!"

The vendor looked up, a warm smile spreading across his face, but his hands didn't stop moving. He deftly wrapped the sesame seed cakes in oil paper, a skill clearly honed over many years.

Prices in the capital were indeed exorbitant, but a simple food like a sesame seed cake, which was just enough to fill one's stomach, cost only a dozen or twenty copper coins.

Fang Yu didn't care at all. While reaching into his purse for coins, his thoughts drifted away.

I wonder if Ding Hui is hungry? Are Song Zhenrong and the others also craving this? These ten sesame cakes should be enough to share.

Just as he had plucked a handful of heavy copper coins from his fingertips, ready to hand them over—

A faint, yet deadly, whistling sound pierced the air and stabbed into the eardrums!

Fang Yu's expression suddenly hardened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes!

He didn't even have time to think; his body's instincts drove him before his thoughts even began.

The hand gripping the copper coin suddenly released its grip—

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

The copper coins fell crisply like raindrops, hitting the cold bluestone slab.

At the same time, his lightning-fast right hand had already torn through the thin air in front of him, grabbing forward with incredible speed and precision!

Snapped! ! !
A dull, deafening explosion, as if leather had been ripped apart by a tremendous force!

Upon closer inspection, Fang Yu's tightly clenched right fist revealed an unexpected object—a jet-black, cold arrow whose tail feathers were still vibrating and humming violently!

The sharp arrowhead, forged from cast iron, was less than three inches from the stall owner's flour-covered and astonished forehead!
The strong wind even lifted a strand of hair from the stall owner's temples.

The steel fletching at the arrow's tail vibrated at a high frequency, emitting a chilling "buzzing" sound. Although its momentum was suppressed, the remaining force was still unwilling to give up, as if it wanted to break free from this steel-like hand.

The stall owner finally snapped out of his shock, exclaimed "Oh my god!", his legs went weak as if his bones had been removed, and he collapsed onto the oil-stained ground, trembling.

Fang Yu's hand, however, remained as steady as a rock.

He let the arrow shaft tremble and move in his palm, his five fingers as still as iron hoops, until the terrifying buzzing sound completely subsided and the tail feathers drooped limply.

He slowly, with a hint of solemnity and confusion, looked towards the end of the street and into the shadows of the houses, following the direction from which the arrows had come.

A great deal of doubt arose in Fang Yu's heart.

Who is this person? Why would they go to such lengths to use such a skilled hand just to shoot an unknown street vendor selling pancakes?
Judging from the force emanating from the arrow, the person who made the move was no ordinary individual; they possessed profound internal strength and shrewd, experienced technique.

Could this unassuming stall owner be hiding some earth-shattering secret? Should I get involved?
"What happened? Old Li?! Why are you sitting on the ground?"

"That sound was so loud! Like thunder..."

"Look! That young master is holding... My God! It's an arrow! It's an arrow!"

The surrounding vendors and pedestrians who hadn't gone far were startled by the loud commotion and gathered around, chattering and expressing their surprise and uncertainty.

Fang Yu's gaze swept across the crowd, his brows furrowing slightly.

He always believed in "it's better to do less than more," especially in the chaotic capital city.

A seemingly insignificant little trouble can often lead to an unimaginable vortex.

Having no connection whatsoever with this pancake seller, there's really no reason for me to get myself into trouble for him.

With that thought in mind, he loosened his grip.

"Boom."

The deadly arrow fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

He picked up the still-hot sesame seed cake from the stall and glanced at the stall owner, who was still in shock and slumped on the ground.

"Take care." The voice was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Upon hearing this, the stall owner seemed to be burned by these calm words, jolting violently as his fear was suddenly replaced by an overwhelming will to survive. "Sir! Sir, save me! Sir, don't go!" he cried out, struggling to grab Fang Yu's clothes with both hands and feet.

however--

The outstretched hand grasped at nothing.

Fang Yu's figure had already slid several feet away like a ghost, so fast that only afterimages remained.

How could an ordinary person possibly touch even a fraction of it?
There is no point in talking too much.

Fang Yu's original intention was simply to buy a few sesame cakes. Saving a life in the process was already an accident, and he had no intention of getting involved in anything deeper.

With a quick turn and a faster pace, he intended to slip away silently while the crowd had not yet fully closed in.

Buzz! ! ! ! !
suddenly!

A sharper, more piercing sound, carrying an undisguised intent to destroy, tore through the air and headed straight for Fang Yu's body!

Fang Yu's forward steps suddenly froze on the spot!

Do not dodge! Do not retreat!

He didn't even turn around!

His right hand, fingers clasped together, moved with lightning speed, his arm leaving a blurry afterimage as it reached out into the air to his side and rear—

Snapped!
Two long, slender, and steady fingers precisely caught the shaft of the second arrow that was flying towards them!
The cold glint of the arrowhead stopped just an inch behind his shoulder blade!
Its tail feathers thrashed wildly like a dying viper, emitting a desperate hiss.

Fang Yu's eyes also froze completely the moment he gripped the arrow shaft!

original……

The target... turned out to be himself!
The arrow that was aimed at the vendor earlier was just a clumsy test, a bait to lure him into making a move!
What he had been puzzled about just moments before now transformed into a chilling killing intent.

With a slight release of internal energy from his fingers, the arrow deftly changed direction in his hand, its arrowhead pointing directly to where it had come from.

Whoosh! ! !
The air seemed to be suddenly pierced, bursting out with a terrifying shriek several times stronger than when it first attacked!
The arrow transformed into a deathly black line, almost invisible to the naked eye, carrying the violent power bestowed by Fang Yu, and shot back along its original path with even greater ferocity!

……

A tavern in the north of the city, with upturned eaves and rooftops.

A dark shadow streaked through the air, moving so fast that it left only a fleeting afterimage in the moonlight!
Qian Wu, standing on the rooftop, suddenly contracted his pupils and his head moved several inches to the side at an extremely precise angle!

laugh--

The sharp wind carried by the arrows swept across his temples, and a few strands of hair fell silently.

His movement of drawing the bowstring taut and nocking the third arrow was abruptly interrupted by this attack.

"……Ah."

A cold smile curved Qian Wu's lips, but his eyes instantly sharpened like a hawk's. "You do have some skill."

The three probing arrows he had just fired—no, the arrow that had returned—had given him a whiff of his prey.

The real contest has begun.

He reached into the quiver on his back and deftly pulled out three cold iron arrows, simultaneously nocking the bowstring!
crunch--

The monstrous bow, the Black Ridge Bow, which was cast entirely from black iron and was even taller than him, was pulled to its full length by his inhuman strength.

The sturdy bowstring emitted a taut, teeth-grinding hiss.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Three arrows fired in unison!

The arrows scattered instantly in mid-air, forming a triangular pattern that blocked almost all of Fang Yu's dodging space, and the strong wind tore through the air!

After ejaculating, Qian Wujing slowly closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and only his ears twitched slightly.

The sound of the wind... the distant chatter on the street... the whispers of the animal figures on the eaves... the whistling sound of my three arrows tearing through the air at high speed...

as well as--

Just as those three arrows reached their designated positions!

Clang——!!!
A clear, short, yet extremely penetrating metallic clang erupted without warning!
That wasn't the sound of arrows clashing! That was... the sound of swords ringing out?!

What domineering sword energy!

No... it's an extremely fast sword-drawing speed!

Qian Wu suddenly opened his eyes, a genuine look of surprise flashing across the depths of his pupils for the first time.

He underestimated this "masked man".

As expected... No wonder it helped Lulu gain a foothold in the dangerous and dangerous capital city.

What a pity, what a pity. In the end, he was just a stepping stone that needed to be discarded, while he himself was the sharp blade used to sever the bonds, and also Lulu's "fish-killing knife".

His fingers slowly traced the cold, smooth surface of the Black Ridge Bow.

This demonic bow, crafted with secret techniques and capable of absorbing the power of bone demons, seemed to sense its master's excitement and killing intent. The blood-red patterns on the bowstring subtly shifted, and an invisible suction force emanated from the depths of the bow, like a desert thirsting for spring water, greedily seizing the immense life force within Qian Wu's body.

The first arrow is the prelude to the hunt.

The second arrow is a warning to prevent the prey from escaping.

The three arrows just now were the real touchstone.

Three arrows were fired at once, but the opponent defeated them all with a single, exquisite swordsmanship!
Only with such strength is it worth his all-out effort!
Only then would one deserve to die by one's own most magnificent archery skills!

"Feel honored to die beneath my 'Black Spine,' masked man!"

Qian Wuxin growled inwardly, his eyes burning with fervor.

The bowstring is drawn taut once more!

This time, what was being accumulated was no longer just physical power, but also the essence of the Qian Wugu Demon's origin—the aura of death coiled and condensed on the pitch-black arrow, held back but not released, compressing all the destructive power to the extreme!

The target's presence, like the most obvious torch, is rapidly approaching!

Qian held his breath and concentrated intently.

The arrow on the bowstring, like a venomous snake's tongue, is locked firmly in front of it.

No matter how elusive the opponent's movements are, no matter how the distance changes, as long as he has a thought...

coming!

Locking complete!

Right here in this tiny space!
The dark figure darted and flickered rapidly among the rooftops of the street below, like a fleeting ghost!
Each jump created a powerful gust of wind, and each landing was incredibly unpredictable! He was rapidly approaching the rooftop where he was!

Qian Wu's sinister smile grew even more ferocious.

The other party seemed to have noticed the lock and began moving in a serpentine pattern, attempting to disrupt the prediction?

Naive! Ridiculous!
With the Black Ridge Bow's absolute lock, such petty tricks are like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!
He has absolute confidence in his "Hawk-Eye Deadlock"!
close!

Closer!
The distance shortened dramatically in the blink of an eye!

The opponent's sprint trajectory has fallen into the deadly shooting range!

Just as the dark figure seemed to have judged the distance sufficiently, abandoning its last shred of serpentine evasion, it suddenly transformed into a black whirlwind, hurtling straight towards the rooftop—

"die!!!"

Qian Wu roared like thunder, and his fingers, which had been holding the string, suddenly released it!

(End of this chapter)