With half a game of chess, I vanquish all demons!

thump~

thump~

thump~

thump~

On the desolate land, a man strode forward at an extremely rapid pace, raising clouds of dust behind him as he headed towards Zhao Yao's location.

As Zhao Yao watched the dust billowing and rapidly approaching figure in the distance, he instinctively turned his head and saw the constable's figure slowly fade away and disappear from the spot. His heart skipped a beat.

"Someone is coming to kill you. You'd better watch yourself."

The voices of the yamen runners came from afar in other directions.

Zhao Yao quickly followed the sound and saw the constable standing dozens of meters away, seemingly unfamiliar with him. He raised an eyebrow, surprised by the constable's ability but speechless at his behavior.

"Don't say you know me..."

Don't drag me into this.

The yamen runner shouted a message to Zhao Yaobu ​​from afar.

Zhao Yao heard it clearly, including his voice-over.

He untied his bundle and threw it far to the ground, then, leaning on his suicide pistol, loudly comforted and instructed:

"Don't worry, it won't affect you... Hold onto the bag for me, I'll return it to you after I've packed everything."

The constable quickly stepped forward, picked up the bundle with the scroll inserted in it from the ground, and then hurried away.

He walked several dozen meters further before stopping and looking back at Zhao Yao's location.

He seemed to want to be a spectator, to see what would happen next.

Zhao Yao stopped paying attention to the constables and focused his gaze on the figure of the approaching person.

He recalled the methods Yan Rouyun had taught him for judging martial artists and made a simple assessment of this person's level:

A martial artist in the first realm of the Remnant Martial Realm, having practiced attacking and dodging techniques for many years, naturally possesses a sharp and agile demeanor in every movement.

The second realm of martial arts practitioners, Zhengwu Realm, need to integrate the strength of their entire body. As a result, their physical bodies will subtly change in form and habits due to the martial arts they practice, and they will exhibit different and strange temperaments.

A martial artist in the third realm of dual cultivation will possess a temperament that conveys a sense of harmony and completeness.

A martial artist at the fourth level, the Three Flowers Realm, gives off a radiant and charismatic aura.

Zhou Quan on the desolate rocky mountain, and this guy who is rapidly approaching and whose general shape can already be seen, both possess the temperament of the first two realms.

The first level is characterized by sharp and swift movements in dynamic situations.

The second level, in a static state, highlights a distinct temperament based on physical appearance.

Such people are either top performers in the Remnant Martial Realm or martial artists in the True Martial Realm!

呲~

The man who had led the dust wave suddenly stopped and stood not far in front of Zhao Yao.

This man had a prominent nose, stood 2.34 meters tall, and his muscles were close to his bones, yet he did not appear thin; on the contrary, he looked tough.

"Phew~"

He exhaled a puff of hot white air through his large nose, looked Zhao Yao up and down with his eyes, and said:

"I am Hu Xianfeng of Black Wind Stronghold. You carry the aura of our Third Leader... What is your name? Who are you? Have you ever seen our Third Leader?"

"I am a student of Wangzhou County School, and I am on my way back to Wangzhou City on the orders of my teacher, the county magistrate."

Look, that constable standing far away is the one who brought me the magistrate's orders.

"May I ask who you mean by the third leader?"

Zhao Yao bowed and pretended to be confused, but secretly wondered if Black Wind Stronghold had a way of knowing that Huo Xiaotian was dead? Why would they send someone to look for him?

嗅~

Hu Xianfeng was silent for a few moments, narrowed his eyes, sniffed the air with his large nose, and then suddenly said:

"You... killed him?"

"No, no, no, why do you say such things? I am a weak and frail man who wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken, let alone a human. You must have misunderstood. Please don't say such frightening things."

Zhao Yao gripped the assassin's gun in one hand and waved the other repeatedly, his face vividly displaying fear, which looked somewhat comical against his 2.5-meter height.

Hu Xianfeng nodded and muttered to himself:

"That makes sense. You're so weak, how could you possibly kill my third leader?"

"Indeed, indeed. I have seen many passersby and corpses on my journey. Perhaps the Third Leader you mentioned is among them."

Zhao Yao bowed slightly, a fawning smile on his face, trying to portray the image of a timid student.

Hu Xianfeng nodded again, his eyes fixed on him, and said:

"That makes sense. With your cowardly appearance, how could someone who doesn't even dare to kill a chicken possibly kill my third boss?"

The aura of the Fire Tiger Inner Core on your body was probably extracted by chance after you encountered the Third Master's corpse and cut open his abdomen.

You've insulted my third leader's corpse, and I don't need much compensation from you, just leave your head behind.

On the road to the underworld, you may serve as my third master's servant as compensation.

What do you think?

Seeing Hu Xianfeng plotting to kill him, Zhao Yao finally realized that this guy never intended to let him go in the first place.

He paused for a moment, straightened his back, and laughed without any pretense:

I don't think so.

When you, the third leader, are on your way to the underworld, you might prefer to reminisce with an old acquaintance.

Why don't you go see him instead?

Hu Xianfeng looked at his performance and nodded:

"That makes sense. After I take your head, I'll naturally need to find the Third Master's body to offer as a sacrifice."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yao's heart stirred, sensing something, and he tentatively said:

"I look a lot like your mother's new husband."

"have……"

Hu Xianfeng almost blurted out the words but managed to swallow them back.

"court death!"

He flew into a rage, and with a swift movement, lunged at Zhao Yao.

"What's the rush..."

As Zhao Yao spoke, he raised his assassin's gun and, before Hu Xianfeng could even get close, stabbed him in the abdomen.

"idiot……"

The distance wasn't enough; this shot wouldn't hit him at all!

Hu Xianfeng's face contorted into a ferocious mockery, but he immediately froze.

hum~

swoosh~

The gun held by Zhao Yao suddenly lit up, and the force accumulated from being beaten by Zhou Quan turned into a sharp energy that shot out from the tip of the gun and rushed towards Hu Xianfeng's abdomen.

Oops!

Hu Xianfeng's expression changed drastically. At the critical moment, he touched the ground with the toes of his forward-rushing foot and was about to flip sideways to avoid the attack.

"A miraculous technique, divine sense!"

A giant, transparent hand appeared just in time and grabbed Hu Xianfeng, freezing his body in place as he tried to dodge!

In an instant, Hu Xianfeng unleashed his full power, struggled his body, and shattered the giant divine hand.

puff~

The sharp force struck him, and Hu Xianfeng was unable to dodge in time. A hole was pierced in his abdomen, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"ah--"

Hu Xianfeng cried out in pain, staggering backward as he clutched his wound with one hand and quickly pulled out a Locking Yuan Pill with the other, swallowing it immediately.

Zhao Yao stood there, leaning on his spear, watching him frantically dodge the attacks, a half-smile on his face, without launching an attack.

All the power stored in the assassin's gun was released, leaving no room for a second strike.

Aside from throwing knives, he doesn't have many other ranged attack methods.

shame!

What a shame!

Hu Xianfeng clutched his abdominal wound, his face flushed, and his eyes blazed with fury as he stared at Zhao Yao.

He could tell that the person in front of him clearly didn't know any martial arts at all, yet he managed to get himself attacked by a strange weapon and some strange power that he couldn't tell if it was some kind of magic.

"Come on, didn't we agree to kill me? Why are you being so polite?"

Zhao Yao leaned on his spear with one hand, stretched out the other, bent his fingers, and smiled, which made Hu Xianfeng even angrier.