Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"What incredible marksmanship! No wonder he's the famous 'Fast Gun Hu Ping'...!"

"What should we do? If this continues, we're afraid we won't be able to explain ourselves to Boss Jiang...!"

"Damn it! Forget it, let's all go together! No matter how strong this guy is, he can't possibly be a match for the four of us combined...!"

Seeing yet another comrade die tragically at Hu Ping's hands, the group of black-clad assassins around the alleyway exchanged bewildered glances, then drew their weapons and attacked him like mad dogs with no regard for their lives.

"Whirlwind Spear Technique!"

Seeing the group of black-clad assassins attacking again from all sides, Hu Ping did not back down in fear. Instead, he charged forward, wielding his fine iron spear in rapid succession, creating a whirlwind of spear shadows with astonishing power!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the blink of an eye, a large number of whirlwind spear shadows swept across the entire scene, and at the same time, they knocked back the group of black-clad assassins who were attacking from the opposite side, leaving them bloodied on the spot and almost powerless to fight back!

"die!"

With a single shot, Hu Ping severely wounded many of the black-clad assassins. He then pressed his advantage, appearing behind one of them like a ghost, while simultaneously thrusting his fine iron spear through the air once more!

Pfft...!

A soft sound of a gun piercing flesh rang out, and the next moment, the black-clad assassin was also pierced through the heart by Hu Ping's spear. His whole body was instantly covered in blood, and he was dead beyond any doubt!

As for the remaining few assassins in black, they also failed to escape their fate. In just half an incense stick's time, Hu Ping killed them all. The scene was littered with corpses and bloodstains, and there were almost no survivors!

"Heh, you truly possess remarkable martial arts skills. No wonder even a group of silver-ranked assassins couldn't withstand a single blow from you..."

Just as Hu Ping breathed a sigh of relief and was about to put away his gun and leave, a mocking, hoarse voice came from afar, causing his expression to change slightly and his hair to stand on end. "Who goes there?!"

Swish!

Without responding to Hu Ping's question, a small black shadow descended from the sky with the speed of a thunderclap, aiming directly at the former's vital point!

"Damn it!"

As the crisis struck, Hu Ping's expression changed drastically. He immediately brandished his fine iron spear to defend himself, while his inner energy surged forth, forming a barrier to block the opponent's sneak attack.

Clang! Sizzle...!

In the blink of an eye, the tiny black shadow pierced through the iron spear in Hu Ping's hand, and with the remaining force of the attack, it suddenly stabbed into Hu Ping's left arm, instantly staining it with blood!

"Huh? It missed..."

A hoarse voice drifted down from above, tinged with a hint of surprise.

Swish!

The next moment, a short, weasel-faced man in a black robe descended from the sky. A mocking smile flickered across his slightly sallow face. "Quick-gun Hu Ping, you do have some skill. No wonder the master took a liking to you. It's just a pity that your little life is going to end here..."

"This surge of Yuan energy is... at the third level of the Profound Gang Realm?!"

Sensing the extraordinary aura emanating from the newcomer, Hu Ping frowned slightly, a hint of apprehension creeping into his eyes. "Damn it! Why is this person suddenly targeting me? Just who is this person...!"

"Ugh...!"

Just as Hu Ping was figuring out how to escape, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly shot through his left arm, causing his face to turn pale and him to scream and fall to the ground!

"This, this is... the Shadow Rat Poison Needle?!"

Hu Ping struggled to his feet and glanced down at his throbbing left arm. A look of fear crept onto his face.

Sizzle sizzle...!

His entire left arm was covered in black pus, and the skin was visibly festering and bleeding. A thumb-sized black poison needle was also visible in the center of his arm, which looked terrifying!

"Could it be... that you are... one of the four top assassins of the Dragon Arena, 'The Insidious Rat Poisoner' Jiang Wuya!"

Seemingly recognizing the identity and origin of the man in black robes, Hu Ping's pupils shrank slightly, and his fear intensified. At this moment, even his voice trembled!

Although he had just single-handedly broken through the encirclement of several silver-ranked assassins, Hu Ping had no chance of winning against Jiang Wuya, who was at the third level of the Xuan Gang Realm. Not to mention that he had been hit by Jiang Wuya's Yin Rat Poison Needle, which greatly reduced his combat power!

"Hehe, I didn't expect my name to be so well-known. As a small reward for you, I'll let you experience the real Eighteen Needles of the Yin Rat...!"

Seeing that Hu Ping finally recognized his origins, Jiang Wuya twirled his mustache and couldn't help but reveal a playful smile. Clearly, in his eyes, the former was already a man destined to die!

After all, he was a master of the third level of the Profound Gang Realm, while Hu Ping on the other side was only at the seventh level of the Yuan Hai Realm. No matter how powerful the opponent's "Whirlwind Spear Technique" was, it could not harm him in the slightest!

"Wait, wait!"

"Brother Jiang, please, please don't kill me...! This must all be a misunderstanding!"

Sensing the chilling murderous aura emanating from Jiang Wuya, Hu Ping broke out in a cold sweat and immediately knelt down, frantically kowtowing to the former, clearly displaying a strong will to survive.

"Oh?"

Seeing Hu Ping, who had initially been aggressive, suddenly back down, Jiang Wuya became interested. He smirked and said, "Since you don't want to experience my Yin Rat Eighteen Needles, then give me a reason not to kill you..."

"Well, this...!"

Faced with Jiang Wuya's question, Hu Ping was also stunned for a moment. His face was full of trepidation, and he seemed to want to say something but couldn't.

...

Meanwhile, in the inner city of Jinling, at a certain inn's upper room

"Nearly thirty million high-grade spirit stones, if all of them were thrown into the treasure-gathering basin, it would take about half a year for the total amount to increase tenfold!"

"However, I don't have much time left. Besides continuing to inquire about the Wusheng Sect and that woman Leng Youlan, I also need to be constantly on guard against the movements from the Dragon Arena..."

Lu Feng pulled out the Treasure Basin and looked at the large amount of spirit stones inside. He stroked his chin and looked thoughtful, as if he was caught in a dilemma.