I am the Arcane Archer, and all my skills are self-created.

New Beginning City, the Blood Wolf Guild's stronghold.

Blood Wolf War Soul sat motionless in the chair.

In front of him was a communicator, the screen displaying the last message sent by the Shadow Spider.

"Crimson Flame is dead, Eye of the Void is dead, Shadowless is dead, we are surrounded."

Then there is no more.

The Shadow Spider's status turned gray, indicating it was dead.

Blood Wolf War Soul's hands were trembling.

It wasn't because of anger.

It's because of fear.

Three masters of level 100 or above.

How much did he pay to hire him?

The cost of the cross-regional observer visa, the commissions for the three people, half a year's savings of the Blood Wolf Guild, plus resource support from "above"...

It was all for naught.

No, it's not just a waste of time.

It was defeated by three arrows.

Three arrows.

This time, the hall was completely silent.

Level 125.

This number is as distant as the stars in the sky for members of the Myth Guild, whose average level is only around forty.

"And then?" someone asked.

Hua Zitong looked at Li Wu.

Li Wu stood beside her, his expression indifferent.

"Then the president used three arrows," Hua Zitong said.

The hall fell silent again.

"Three arrows?" someone repeated quietly.

"Yes, three arrows," Hua Zitong said. "Three people, three arrows, all killed. Including the level 125 one."

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

More than 600 people stood in the hall, and not a single person spoke.

They are processing this information.

Three arrows.

Sold out instantly.

Level 125.

The impact of these three words combined exceeded their comprehension.

"No way..." Iron Anchor's voice came from the crowd, carrying an air of unreality, "Level 125? Died in one arrow?"

"He died from a single arrow," Hua Zitong confirmed.

The anchor's mouth was open and couldn't be closed.

The bull next to him nudged him with his elbow: "Shut up, you're drooling."

Anchor subconsciously wiped his mouth, then asked, "So... how much damage can the guild leader do with one arrow now?"

This question reflects the sentiments of everyone.

Hua Zitong looked at Li Wu.

Li Wu thought for a moment and said, "Around 150,000."

A collective gasp filled the hall.

150,000.

They remembered that during guild wars, the guild leader's "Burning Star Return to Void" arrow could instantly kill hundreds of people.

The damage at that time was probably around 20,000 to 30,000.

It has now increased fivefold.

"150,000..." Steel Shield stood at the front of the crowd, his voice a little dry, "President, are you serious?"

"I'm serious," Li Wu said.

Steel Shield turned to look at the immovable mountain.

His expression, as immovable as a mountain, was complex. He opened his mouth, but ultimately only uttered one word: "I submit."

People in the hall started laughing.

That kind of laughter wasn't mockery; it was a release, a laughter that released all the tension and worry that had been building up for several days.

They were as worried before as they are now.

Three assassins of level 100 or higher came to kill the guild leader?

It was gone in three arrows.

"Will anyone dare to come after this?" someone shouted from the crowd.

"Kill them one by one," Li Wu said.

A burst of laughter and cheers erupted in the hall.

"Two of them, kill them both!" the bull shouted.

"Even if there are a hundred, it's still three arrows!" Iron Anchor retorted.

The atmosphere became incredibly lively.

Li Wu stood on the steps, looking at the excited faces below, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He didn't laugh, but he was definitely in a good mood.

It wasn't because he killed those three people.

It was because he had finally confirmed one thing: his strength had reached the very top of this game.